The Nuts | Page 6

listen to you.'
"Hannele began anew: 'After they had buried mother, they sent me into
the country among the mountains, for they said it was not the duty of
the city to care for me, but that of the village parish, where my parents
were born. So I was taken there. The six nuts that I had saved I took
with me to play with. This I most enjoyed doing in the spring, alone on
the little strip of grass behind the Poor-house, in which I was the only
child. Besides me there were but three old women 'being fed to death,'
as the peasants used to say. Two of my companions were blind, and the
third was dull-witted and gazed ever straight before her. Not one of
them noticed anything that happened around them, but my heart used to
grow light when everything about me budded, and sprouted, and burst

into bloom. My body was always aching but my pains could not lessen
my enjoyment of the spring. Wherever I looked, men were sowing and
planting. It was the first time that I had ever seen it, and the wish came
over me to confide something to the good earth that would take root,
and sprout, and grow green and high for me.
"'So I stuck four of my nuts into the ground. I put them as far apart in
the small space as I could, so that if big trees came from my seeds they
might not stand in one another's way, but might all enjoy the air and the
sunshine that I was so thankful for. I saw my seeds sprout, but what
became of them afterwards I did not live to see. Two years after I
sowed them a famine fell upon us. The poor weavers who lived in the
mountain village had all they could do to nourish wife and child. There
was little left for the Poor-house. As I was already ill I could not stand
the misery, and I was the first to die of the dreadful fever caused by
hunger. Only one of the blind women, and the dull-witted one followed
the sack in which I was buried--for who would have paid for a coffin?
The last two nuts I divided with the old women. Each one of us had a
half, and how gladly we ate the little morsel, for even a taste of any
dainty seemed good to us, after we had lived on nothing but bread and
potatoes. From here I watched the other nuts grow to be trees. All four
had straight stems and thick crowns. Under one of them that stood near
a spring, which is now called the Fresh Spring, an old carpenter who
came to the Poor-house built a bench.'
"Here another angel interrupted the little narrator with the question: 'Do
you mean the nut-tree in Dorbstadt?' and, receiving an answer in the
affirmative, he cried: 'I, Master, I am that old carpenter, and during my
last summers, I had no greater pleasure than to sit by the Fresh Spring
under the nut-tree, and while I smoked my pipe to think of my old wife,
whom I was soon to find again with you. In the autumn, too, many a
dry brown leaf found its way among the more expensive tobacco ones.'
"'And I,' cried a former peddler, breaking into the carpenter's story, 'I
assuredly have not forgotten the nut-tree, where I always set down my
pack when my shoulders were nearly broken, and under whose shade I
used to rest my weary limbs before entering the village.'
"'I, too! How often have I stopped under the spreading branches of that
tree on a hot summer day and found refreshment!' cried a former post-
messenger of Dorbstadt. A porter who had also lived there added his

praises.
"'But the nut-trees were cut down many years ago,' the latter added.
"'I saw it,' cried the spirit of little Hannele, and one heard from her tone
how she deplored it. 'They were felled when the Poor-house was given
up. 'But the great Son of God has now heard what he wished to know.'
"'No, no,' the Saviour answered, 'I should still like to know what
became of the wood of these trees.'
"The voices of several angels were heard at the same moment, for
many of the poor weavers of Dorbstadt were to be found in the
Heavenly Kingdom. St. Peter, however, bade them to be quiet, and
permitted only the one who had last entered the Abode of the Blessed
to speak.
"'I was the village doctor,' this one began, 'and I quitted the earth
because I, too, fell a victim to the pestilence of which many of the poor
people were dying, and against which I fought