管理员安徒生童话故事第106篇：甲虫The Beetle Who Went on His Travel 引导语：甲虫，大家知道这种动物?下面小编整理的安徒生童话故事《甲虫》，看看是否能从中了解这种动物，欢迎大家阅读! 皇帝的马儿钉得有金马掌①;每只脚上有一个金马掌。为什么他有金马掌呢? 他是一个……
安徒生童话故事第106篇：甲虫The Beetle Who Went on His Travel
引导语：甲虫，大家知道这种动物?下面小编整理的安徒生童话故事《甲虫》，看看是否能从中了解这种动物，欢迎大家阅读!
皇帝的马儿钉得有金马掌①;每只脚上有一个金马掌。为什么他有金马掌呢?
他是一个很漂亮的动物，有细长的腿子，聪明的眼睛;他的鬃毛悬在颈上，像一起丝织的面纱。他背过他的主人在枪林弹雨中驰骋，听到过子弹飒飒地呼啸。当敌人逼近的时候，他踢过和咬过周围的人，与他们作过战。他背过他的主人在敌人倒下的马身上跳过去，救过赤金制的皇冠，救过皇帝的生命——比赤金还要贵重的生命。因此皇帝的马儿钉得有金马掌，每只脚上有一个金马掌。
甲虫这时就爬过来了。
“大的先来，然后小的也来，"他说，"问题不是在于身体的大小。"他这样说的时候就伸出他的瘦小的腿来。
“你要什么呢?"铁匠问。
“要金马掌，"甲虫回答说。
“乖乖!你的脑筋一定是有问题，"铁匠说。"你也想要有金马掌吗?”
“我要金马掌!"甲虫说。"难道我跟那个大家伙有什么两样不成?他被人伺候，被人梳刷，被人看护，有吃的，也有喝的。难道我不是皇家马厩里的一员么?”
“但是马儿为什么要有金马掌呢?"铁匠问，"难道你还不懂得吗?”
“懂得?我懂得这话对我是一种侮辱，"甲虫说。"这简直是瞧不起人。——好吧，我现在要走了，到外面广大的世界里去。”
“请便!"铁匠说。
“你简直是一个无礼的家伙!"甲虫说。
于是他走出去了。他飞了一小段路程，不久他就到了一个美丽的小花园里，这儿玫瑰花和薰衣草开得喷香。
“你看这儿的花开得美丽不美丽?"一只在附近飞来飞去的小瓢虫问。他那红色的、像盾牌一样硬的红翅膀上亮着许多黑点子。"这儿是多么香啊!这儿是多么美啊!”
“我是看惯了比这还好的东西的，"甲虫说。"你认为这就是美吗?咳，这儿连一个粪堆都没有。”
于是他更向前走，走到一棵大紫罗兰花荫里去。这儿有一只毛虫正在爬行。
“这世界是多么美丽啊!"毛虫说："太阳是多么温暖，一切东西是那么快乐!我睡了一觉——他就是大家所谓'死'了一次——以后，我醒转来就变成了一只蝴蝶。”
“你真自高自大!"甲虫说。"乖乖，你原来是一只飞来飞去的蝴蝶!我是从皇帝的马厩里出来的呢。在那儿，没有任何人，连皇帝那匹心爱的、穿着我不要的金马掌的马儿，也没有这么一个想法。长了一双翅膀能够飞几下!咳，我们来飞吧。”
于是甲虫就飞走了。"我真不愿意生些闲气，可是我却生了闲气了。”
不一会儿，他落到一大块草地上来了。他在这里躺了一会儿，接着就睡去了。
我的天，多么大的一阵急雨啊!雨声把甲虫吵醒了。他倒很想马上就钻进土里去的，但是没有办法。他栽了好几个跟头，一会儿用他的肚皮、一会儿用他的背拍着水，至于说到起飞，那简直是不可能了。无疑地，他再也不能从这地方逃出他的生命。他只好在原来的地方躺下，不声不响地躺下。天气略微有点好转。甲虫把他眼里的水挤出来。他迷糊地看到了一件白色的东西。这是晾在那儿的一床被单。他费了一番气力爬过去，然后钻进这潮湿单子的折纹里。当然，比起那马厩里的温暖土堆来，躺在这地方是并不太舒服的。可是更好的地方也不容易找到，因此他也只好在那儿躺了一整天和一整夜。雨一直是在不停地下着。到天亮的时分，甲虫才爬了出来。他对这天气颇有一点脾气。
被单上坐着两只青蛙。他们明亮的眼睛射出极端愉快的光芒。
“天气真是好极了!”他们之中一位说。“多么使人精神爽快啊!被单把水兜住，真是再好也没有!我的后腿有些发痒，像是要去尝一下游泳的味儿。”
“我倒很想知道，”第二位说，“那些飞向遥远的外国去的燕子，在他们无数次的航程中，是不是会碰到比这更好的天气。这样的暴风!这样的雨水!这叫人觉得像是呆在一条潮湿的沟里一样。凡是不能欣赏这点的人，也真算得是不爱国的人了。”
“你们大概从来没有到皇帝的马厩里去过吧?"甲虫问。
“那儿的潮湿是既温暖而又新鲜。那正是我所住惯了的环境;那正是合我胃口的气候。不过我在旅途中没有办法把它带来。难道在这个花园里找不到一个垃圾堆，使我这样有身份的人能够暂住进去，舒服一下子么?”
不过这两只青蛙不懂得他的意思，或者还是不愿意懂得他的意思。
“我从来不问第二次的!"甲虫说，但是他已经把这问题问了三次了，而且都没有得到回答。
于是他又向前走了一段路。他碰到了一块花盆的碎片。这东西的确不应该躺在这地方;但是他既然躺在这儿，他也就成了一个可以躲避风雨的窝棚了。在他下面，住着好几家蠼螋。他们不需要广大的空间，但却需要许多朋友。他们的女性是特别富于母爱的，因此每个母亲就认为自己的孩子是世上最美丽、最聪明的人。
“我的儿子已经订婚了，"一位母亲说。"我天真可爱的宝贝!他最伟大的希望是想有一天能够爬到牧师的耳朵里去。他真是可爱和天真。现在他既订了婚，大概可以稳定下来了。对一个母亲说来，这真算是一件喜事!”
“我们的儿子刚一爬出卵子就马上顽皮起来了，"另外一位母亲说。"他真是生气勃勃。他简直可以把他的角都跑掉了!对于一个母亲说来，这是一件多大的愉快啊!你说对不对，甲虫先生?"她们根据这位陌生客人的形状，已经认出他是谁了。
“你们两个人都是对的，"甲虫说。这样他就被请进她们的屋子里去——也就是说，他在这花盆的碎片下面能钻进多少就钻进多少。
“现在也请你瞧瞧我的小蠼螋吧，"第三位和第四位母亲齐声说，"他们都是非常可爱的小东西，而且也非常有趣。他们从来不捣蛋，除非他们感到肚皮不舒服。不过在他们这样的年纪，这是常有的事。”
这样，每个母亲都谈到自己的孩子。孩子们也在谈论着，同时用他们尾巴上的小钳子来夹甲虫的胡须。
“他们老是闲不住的，这些小流氓!"母亲们说。她们的脸上射出母爱之光。可是甲虫对于这些事儿感到非常无聊;因此他就问起最近的垃圾堆离此有多远。
“在世界很辽远的地方——在沟的另一边，”一只蠼螋回答说。“我希望我的孩子们没有谁跑得那么远，因为那样就会把我急死了。”
“但是我倒想走那么远哩，"甲虫说。于是他没有正式告别就走了;这是一种很漂亮的行为。
他在沟旁碰见好几个族人——都是甲虫之流。
“我们就住在这儿，"他们说。"我们在这儿住得很舒服。请准许我们邀您光临这块肥沃的土地好吗?你走了这么远的路，一定是很疲倦了。”
“一点也不错，"甲虫回答说。"我在雨中的湿被单里躺了一阵子。清洁这种东西特别使我吃不消。我翅膀的骨节里还得了风湿病，因为我在一块花盆碎片下的阴风中站过。回到自己的族人中来，真是轻松愉快。”
“可能你是从一个垃圾堆上来的吧?"他们之中最年长的一位说。
“比那还高一点，”甲虫说。“我是从皇帝的马厩里来的。我在那儿一生下来，脚上就有金马掌。我是负有一个秘密使命来旅行的。请你们不要问什么问题，因为我不会回答的。”
于是甲虫就走到这堆肥沃的泥巴上来。这儿坐着三位年轻的甲虫姑娘。她们在格格地憨笑，因为她们不知道讲什么好。
“她们谁也不曾订过婚，"她们的母亲说。
这几位甲虫又格格地憨笑起来，这次是因为她们感到难为情。
“我在皇家的马厩里，从来没有看到过比这还漂亮的美人儿，"这位旅行的甲虫说。
“请不要惯坏了我的女孩子;也请您不要跟她们谈话，除非您的意图是严肃的。——不过，您的意图当然是严肃的，因此我祝福您。”
“恭喜!"别的甲虫都齐声地说。
我们的甲虫就这样订婚了。订完婚以后接踵而来的就是结婚，因为拖下去是没有道理的。
婚后的一天非常愉快;第二天也勉强称得上舒服;不过在第三天，太太的、可能还有小宝宝的吃饭问题就需要考虑了。
“我让我自己上了钩，”他说。“那么我也要让她们上一下钩，作为报复。——”
他这样说了，也就这样办了。他开小差溜了。他走了一整天，也走了一整夜。——他的妻子成了一个活寡妇。
别的甲虫说，他们请到他们家里来住的这位仁兄，原来是一个不折不扣的流浪汉子;现在他却把养老婆的这个担子送到他们手里了。
“唔，那么让她离婚、仍然回到我的女儿中间来吧，"母亲说。"那个恶棍真该死，遗弃了她!”
在这期间，甲虫继续他的旅行。他在一漂白菜叶上渡过了那条沟。在快要天亮的时候，有两个人走过来了。他们看到了甲虫，把他捡起来，于是把他翻转来，复过去。他们两人是很有学问的。尤其是他们中的一位——一个男孩子。
“安拉②在黑山石的黑石头里发现黑色的甲虫《古兰经》上不是这样写着的吗?他问;于是他就把甲虫的名字译成拉丁文，并且把这动物的种类和特性叙述了一番。这位年轻的学者反对把他带回家。他说他们已经有了同样好的标本。甲虫觉得这话说得有点不太礼貌，所以他就忽然从这人的手里飞走了。现在他的翅膀已经干了，他可以飞得很远。他飞到一个温室里去。这儿屋顶有一部分是开着的，所以他轻轻地溜进去，钻进新鲜的粪土里。
“这儿真是很舒服，"他说。
不一会儿他就睡去了。他梦见皇帝的马死了，梦见甲虫先生得到了马儿的金马掌，而且人们还答应将来再造一双给他。
这都是很美妙的事情。于是甲虫醒来了。他爬出来，向四周看了一眼。温室里面算是可爱之至!巨大的棕榈树高高地向空中伸去;太阳把它们照得透明。在它们下面展开一起丰茂的绿叶，一起光彩夺目、红得像火、黄得像琥珀、白得像新雪的花朵!
“这要算是一个空前绝后的展览了，”甲虫说。“当它们腐烂了以后;它们的味道将会是多美啊!这真是一个食物储藏室!我一定有些亲戚住在这儿。我要跟踪而去，看看能不能找到一位可以值得跟我来往的人物。当然我是很骄傲的，同时我也正因为这而感到骄傲。”
这样，他就高视阔步地走起来。他想着刚才关于那只死马和他获得的那双金马掌的梦。
忽然一只手抓住了甲虫，抱着他，同时把他翻来翻去。原来园丁的小儿子和他的玩伴正在这个温室里。他们瞧见了这只甲虫，想跟他开开玩笑。他们先把他裹在一起葡萄叶子里，然后把他塞进一个温暖的裤袋里。他爬着，挣扎着，不过孩子的手紧紧地捏住了他。后来这孩子跑向小花园的尽头的一个湖那边去。在这儿，甲虫就被放进一个破旧的、失去了鞋面的木鞋里。这里面插着一根小棍子，作为桅杆。甲虫就被一根毛线绑在这桅杆上面。所以现在他成为一个船长了;他得驾着船航行。
这是一个很大的湖;对甲虫说来，它简直是一个大洋。他害怕得非常厉害，所以他只有仰躺着，乱弹着他的腿子。
这只木鞋浮走了。它被卷入水流中去。不过当船一起得离岸太远的时候，便有一个孩子扎起裤脚，在后面追上，把它又拉回来。不过，当它又漂出去的时候，这两个孩子忽然被喊走了，而且被喊得很急迫。所以他们就匆忙地离去了，让那只木鞋顺水漂流。这样，它就离开了岸，越漂越远。甲虫吓得全身发抖，因为他被绑在桅杆上，没有办法飞走。
这时有一个苍蝇来访问他。
“天气是多好啊!”苍蝇说。“我想在这儿休息一下，在这儿晒晒太阳。你已经享受得够久了。”
“你只是凭你的理解胡扯!难道你没有看到我是被绑着的吗?”
“啊，但我并没有被绑着呀，"苍蝇说;接着他就飞走了。
“我现在可认识这个世界了，”甲虫说。“这是一个卑鄙的世界!而我却是它里面唯一的老实人。第一，他们不让我得到那只金马掌;我得躺在湿被单里，站在阴风里;最后他们硬送给我一个太太。于是我得采取紧急措施，逃离这个大世界里来。我发现了人们是在怎样生活，同时我自己应该怎样生活。这时人间的一个小顽童来了，把我绑起，让那些狂暴的波涛来对付我，而皇帝的那骑马这时却穿着金马掌散着步。这简直要把我气死了。不过你在这个世界里不能希望得到什么同情的!我的事业一直是很有意义的;不过，如果没有任何人知道它的话，那又有什么用呢?世人也不配知道它，否则，当皇帝那匹爱马在马厩里伸出它的腿来让人钉上马掌的时候，大家就应该让我得到金马掌了。如果我得到金马掌的话，我也可以算做那马厩的一种光荣。现在马厩对我说来，算是完了。这世界也算是完了。一切都完了!”
不过一切倒还没有完了。有一条船到来了，里面坐着几个年轻的女子。
“看!有一只木鞋在漂流着，"一位说。
“还有一个小生物绑在上面，"另外一位说。
这只船驶近了木鞋。她们把它从水里捞起来。她们之中有一位取出一把剪刀，把那根毛线剪断，而没有伤害到甲虫。当她们走上岸的时候，她就把他放到草上。
“爬吧，爬吧!飞吧，飞吧!如果你可能的话!"她说。
“自由是一种美丽的东西。”
甲虫飞起来，一直飞到一个巨大建筑物的窗子里去。然后他就又累又困地落下来，恰恰落到国王那只爱马的又细又长的鬃毛上去。马儿正是立在它和甲虫同住在一起的那个马厩里面。甲虫紧紧地抓住马鬃，坐了一会儿，恢复恢复自己的精神。
“我现在坐在皇帝爱马的身上——作为其他的人坐着!我刚才说的什么呢?现在我懂得了。这个想法很对，很正确。马儿为什么要有金马掌呢?那个铁匠问过我这句话。现在我可懂得他的意思了。马儿得到金马掌完全是为了我的缘故。”
现在甲虫又变得心满意足了。
“一个人只有旅行一番以后，头脑才会变得清醒一些，"他说。
这时太阳照在他身上，而且照得很美丽。
“这个世界仍然不能说是太坏，”甲虫说。“一个人只须知道怎样应付它就成。”
这个世界是很美的，因为皇帝的马儿钉上金马掌，而他钉上金马掌完全是因为甲虫要其他的缘故。
“现在我将下马去告诉别的甲虫，说大家把我伺候得如何周到。我将告诉他们我在国外的旅行中所得到的一切愉快。我还要告诉他们，说从今以后，我要待在家里，一直到马儿把他的金马掌穿破了为止。”
①原文是Guldskoe，直译即“金鞋”的意思。这儿因为牵涉到马，所以一律译为马掌。
②安拉(Allab)即真主。
甲虫英文版：
The Beetle Who Went on His Travels
THERE was once an Emperor who had a horse shod with gold. He had a golden shoe on each foot, and why was this? He was a beautiful creature, with slender legs, bright, intelligent eyes, and a mane that hung down over his neck like a veil. He had carried his master through fire and smoke in the battle-field, with the bullets whistling round him; he had kicked and bitten, and taken part in the fight, when the enemy advanced; and, with his master on his back, he had dashed over the fallen foe, and saved the golden crown and the Emperor’s life, which was of more value than the brightest gold. This is the reason of the Emperor’s horse wearing golden shoes.
A beetle came creeping forth from the stable, where the farrier had been shoeing the horse. “Great ones, first, of course,” said he, “and then the little ones; but size is not always a proof of greatness.” He stretched out his thin leg as he spoke.
“And pray what do you want?” asked the farrier.
“Golden shoes,” replied the beetle.
“Why, you must be out of your senses,” cried the farrier. “Golden shoes for you, indeed!”
“Yes, certainly; golden shoes,” replied the beetle. “Am I not just as good as that great creature yonder, who is waited upon and brushed, and has food and drink placed before him? And don’t I belong to the royal stables?”
“But why does the horse have golden shoes?” asked the farrier; “of course you understand the reason?”
“Understand! Well, I understand that it is a personal slight to me,” cried the beetle. “It is done to annoy me, so I intend to go out into the world and seek my fortune.”
“Go along with you,” said the farrier.
“You’re a rude fellow,” cried the beetle, as he walked out of the stable; and then he flew for a short distance, till he found himself in a beautiful flower-garden, all fragrant with roses and lavender. The lady-birds, with red and black shells on their backs, and delicate wings, were flying about, and one of them said, “Is it not sweet and lovely here? Oh, how beautiful everything is.”
“I am accustomed to better things,” said the beetle. “Do you call this beautiful? Why, there is not even a dung-heap.” Then he went on, and under the shadow of a large haystack he found a caterpillar crawling along. “How beautiful this world is!” said the caterpillar. “The sun is so warm, I quite enjoy it. And soon I shall go to sleep, and die as they call it, but I shall wake up with beautiful wings to fly with, like a butterfly.”
“How conceited you are!” exclaimed the beetle. “Fly about as a butterfly, indeed! what of that. I have come out of the Emperor’s stable, and no one there, not even the Emperor’s horse, who, in fact, wears my cast-off golden shoes, has any idea of flying, excepting myself. To have wings and fly! why, I can do that already;” and so saying, he spread his wings and flew away. “I don’t want to be disgusted,” he said to himself, “and yet I can’t help it.” Soon after, he fell down upon an extensive lawn, and for a time pretended to sleep, but at last fell asleep in earnest. Suddenly a heavy shower of rain came falling from the clouds. The beetle woke up with the noise and would have been glad to creep into the earth for shelter, but he could not. He was tumbled over and over with the rain, sometimes swimming on his stomach and sometimes on his back; and as for flying, that was out of the question. He began to doubt whether he should escape with his life, so he remained, quietly lying where he was. After a while the weather cleared up a little, and the beetle was able to rub the water from his eyes, and look about him. He saw something gleaming, and he managed to make his way up to it. It was linen which had been laid to bleach on the grass. He crept into a fold of the damp linen, which certainly was not so comfortable a place to lie in as the warm stable, but there was nothing better, so he remained lying there for a whole day and night, and the rain kept on all the time. Towards morning he crept out of his hiding-place, feeling in a very bad temper with the climate. Two frogs were sitting on the linen, and their bright eyes actually glistened with pleasure.
“Wonderful weather this,” cried one of them, “and so refreshing. This linen holds the water together so beautifully, that my hind legs quiver as if I were going to swim.”
“I should like to know,” said another, “If the swallow who flies so far in her many journeys to foreign lands, ever met with a better climate than this. What delicious moisture! It is as pleasant as lying in a wet ditch. I am sure any one who does not enjoy this has no love for his fatherland.”
“Have you ever been in the Emperor’s stable?” asked the beetle. “There the moisture is warm and refreshing; that’s the climate for me, but I could not take it with me on my travels. Is there not even a dunghill here in this garden, where a person of rank, like myself, could take up his abode and feel at home?” But the frogs either did not or would not understand him.
“I never ask a question twice,” said the beetle, after he had asked this one three times, and received no answer. Then he went on a little farther and stumbled against a piece of broken crockery-ware, which certainly ought not to have been lying there. But as it was there, it formed a good shelter against wind and weather to several families of earwigs who dwelt in it. Their requirements were not many, they were very sociable, and full of affection for their children, so much so that each mother considered her own child the most beautiful and clever of them all.
“Our dear son has engaged himself,” said one mother, “dear innocent boy; his greatest ambition is that he may one day creep into a clergyman’s ear. That is a very artless and loveable wish; and being engaged will keep him steady. What happiness for a mother!”
“Our son,” said another, “had scarcely crept out of the egg, when he was off on his travels. He is all life and spirits, I expect he will wear out his horns with running. How charming this is for a mother, is it not Mr. Beetle?” for she knew the stranger by his horny coat.
“You are both quite right,” said he; so they begged him to walk in, that is to come as far as he could under the broken piece of earthenware.
“Now you shall also see my little earwigs,” said a third and a fourth mother, “they are lovely little things, and highly amusing. They are never ill-behaved, except when they are uncomfortable in their inside, which unfortunately often happens at their age.”
Thus each mother spoke of her baby, and their babies talked after their own fashion, and made use of the little nippers they have in their tails to nip the beard of the beetle.
“They are always busy about something, the little rogues,” said the mother, beaming with maternal pride; but the beetle felt it a bore, and he therefore inquired the way to the nearest dung-heap.
“That is quite out in the great world, on the other side of the ditch,” answered an earwig, “I hope none of my children will ever go so far, it would be the death of me.”
“But I shall try to get so far,” said the beetle, and he walked off without taking any formal leave, which is considered a polite thing to do.
When he arrived at the ditch, he met several friends, all them beetles; “We live here,” they said, “and we are very comfortable. May we ask you to step down into this rich mud, you must be fatigued after your journey.”
“Certainly,” said the beetle, “I shall be most happy; I have been exposed to the rain, and have had to lie upon linen, and cleanliness is a thing that greatly exhausts me; I have also pains in one of my wings from standing in the draught under a piece of broken crockery. It is really quite refreshing to be with one’s own kindred again.”
“Perhaps you came from a dung-heap,” observed the oldest of them.
“No, indeed, I came from a much grander place,” replied the beetle; “I came from the emperor’s stable, where I was born, with golden shoes on my feet. I am travelling on a secret embassy, but you must not ask me any questions, for I cannot betray my secret.”
Then the beetle stepped down into the rich mud, where sat three young-lady beetles, who tittered, because they did not know what to say.
“None of them are engaged yet,” said their mother, and the beetle maidens tittered again, this time quite in confusion.
“I have never seen greater beauties, even in the royal stables,” exclaimed the beetle, who was now resting himself.
“Don’t spoil my girls,” said the mother; “and don’t talk to them, pray, unless you have serious intentions.”
But of course the beetle’s intentions were serious, and after a while our friend was engaged. The mother gave them her blessing, and all the other beetles cried “hurrah.”
Immediately after the betrothal came the marriage, for there was no reason to delay. The following day passed very pleasantly, and the next was tolerably comfortable; but on the third it became necessary for him to think of getting food for his wife, and, perhaps, for children.
“I have allowed myself to be taken in,” said our beetle to himself, “and now there’s nothing to be done but to take them in, in return.”
No sooner said than done. Away he went, and stayed away all day and all night, and his wife remained behind a forsaken widow.
“Oh,” said the other beetles, “this fellow that we have received into our family is nothing but a complete vagabond. He has gone away and left his wife a burden upon our hands.”
“Well, she can be unmarried again, and remain here with my other daughters,” said the mother. “Fie on the villain that forsook her!”
In the mean time the beetle, who had sailed across the ditch on a cabbage leaf, had been journeying on the other side. In the morning two persons came up to the ditch. When they saw him they took him up and turned him over and over, looking very learned all the time, especially one, who was a boy. “Allah sees the black beetle in the black stone, and the black rock. Is not that written in the Koran?” he asked.
Then he translated the beetle’s name into Latin, and said a great deal upon the creature’s nature and history. The second person, who was older and a scholar, proposed to carry the beetle home, as they wanted just such good specimens as this. Our beetle considered this speech a great insult, so he flew suddenly out of the speaker’s hand. His wings were dry now, so they carried him to a great distance, till at last he reached a hothouse, where a sash of the glass roof was partly open, so he quietly slipped in and buried himself in the warm earth. “It is very comfortable here,” he said to himself, and soon after fell asleep. Then he dreamed that the emperor’s horse was dying, and had left him his golden shoes, and also promised that he should have two more. All this was very delightful, and when the beetle woke up he crept forth and looked around him. What a splendid place the hothouse was! At the back, large palm-trees were growing; and the sunlight made the leaves—look quite glossy; and beneath them what a profusion of luxuriant green, and of flowers red like flame, yellow as amber, or white as new-fallen snow! “What a wonderful quantity of plants,” cried the beetle; “how good they will taste when they are decayed! This is a capital store-room. There must certainly be some relations of mine living here; I will just see if I can find any one with whom I can associate. I’m proud, certainly; but I’m also proud of being so. Then he prowled about in the earth, and thought what a pleasant dream that was about the dying horse, and the golden shoes he had inherited. Suddenly a hand seized the beetle, and squeezed him, and turned him round and round. The gardener’s little son and his playfellow had come into the hothouse, and, seeing the beetle, wanted to have some fun with him. First, he was wrapped, in a vine-leaf, and put into a warm trousers’ pocket. He twisted and turned about with all his might, but he got a good squeeze from the boy’s hand, as a hint for him to keep quiet. Then the boy went quickly towards a lake that lay at the end of the garden. Here the beetle was put into an old broken wooden shoe, in which a little stick had been fastened upright for a mast, and to this mast the beetle was bound with a piece of worsted. Now he was a sailor, and had to sail away. The lake was not very large, but to the beetle it seemed an ocean, and he was so astonished at its size that he fell over on his back, and kicked out his legs. Then the little ship sailed away; sometimes the current of the water seized it, but whenever it went too far from the shore one of the boys turned up his trousers, and went in after it, and brought it back to land. But at last, just as it went merrily out again, the two boys were called, and so angrily, that they hastened to obey, and ran away as fast as they could from the pond, so that the little ship was left to its fate. It was carried away farther and farther from the shore, till it reached the open sea. This was a terrible prospect for the beetle, for he could not escape in consequence of being bound to the mast. Then a fly came and paid him a visit. “What beautiful weather,” said the fly; “I shall rest here and sun myself. You must have a pleasant time of it.”
“You speak without knowing the facts,” replied the beetle; “don’t you see that I am a prisoner?”
“Ah, but I’m not a prisoner,” remarked the fly, and away he flew.
“Well, now I know the world,” said the beetle to himself; “it’s an abominable world; I’m the only respectable person in it. First, they refuse me my golden shoes; then I have to lie on damp linen, and to stand in a draught; and to crown all, they fasten a wife upon me. Then, when I have made a step forward in the world, and found out a comfortable position, just as I could wish it to be, one of these human boys comes and ties me up, and leaves me to the mercy of the wild waves, while the emperor’s favorite horse goes prancing about proudly on his golden shoes. This vexes me more than anything. But it is useless to look for sympathy in this world. My career has been very interesting, but what’s the use of that if nobody knows anything about it? The world does not deserve to be made acquainted with my adventures, for it ought to have given me golden shoes when the emperor’s horse was shod, and I stretched out my feet to be shod, too. If I had received golden shoes I should have been an ornament to the stable; now I am lost to the stable and to the world. It is all over with me.”
But all was not yet over. A boat, in which were a few young girls, came rowing up. “Look, yonder is an old wooden shoe sailing along,” said one of the younger girls.
“And there’s a poor little creature bound fast in it,” said another.
The boat now came close to our beetle’s ship, and the young girls fished it out of the water. One of them drew a small pair of scissors from her pocket, and cut the worsted without hurting the beetle, and when she stepped on shore she placed him on the grass. “There,” she said, “creep away, or fly, if thou canst. It is a splendid thing to have thy liberty.” Away flew the beetle, straight through the open window of a large building; there he sank down, tired and exhausted, exactly on the mane of the emperor’s favorite horse, who was standing in his stable; and the beetle found himself at home again. For some time he clung to the mane, that he might recover himself. “Well,” he said, “here I am, seated on the emperor’s favorite horse,—sitting upon him as if I were the emperor himself. But what was it the farrier asked me? Ah, I remember now,—that’s a good thought,—he asked me why the golden shoes were given to the horse. The answer is quite clear to me, now. They were given to the horse on my account.” And this reflection put the beetle into a good temper. The sun’s rays also came streaming into the stable, and shone upon him, and made the place lively and bright. “Travelling expands the mind very much,” said the beetle. “The world is not so bad after all, if you know how to take things as they come.