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In
his
anxiety
about
his
mother
,
he
used
to
climb
the
tree
every
day
,
and
sit
in
its
branches
.
However
many
of
the
dwellers
there
did
so
,
they
never
incommoded
one
another
;
for
the
moment
one
got
into
the
tree
,
he
became
invisible
to
every
one
else
;
and
it
was
such
a
wide
-
spreading
tree
that
there
was
room
for
every
one
of
the
people
of
the
country
in
it
,
without
the
least
interference
with
each
other
.
Sometimes
,
on
getting
down
,
two
of
them
would
meet
at
the
root
,
and
then
they
would
smile
to
each
other
more
sweetly
than
at
any
other
time
,
as
much
as
to
say
,
“
Ah
,
you
’
ve
been
up
there
too
!
”
One
day
he
was
sitting
on
one
of
the
outer
branches
of
the
tree
,
looking
southwards
after
his
home
.
Far
away
was
a
blue
shining
sea
,
dotted
with
gleaming
and
sparkling
specks
of
white
.
Those
were
the
icebergs
.
Nearer
he
saw
a
great
range
of
snow
-
capped
mountains
,
and
down
below
him
the
lovely
meadow
-
grass
of
the
country
,
with
the
stream
flowing
and
flowing
through
it
,
away
towards
the
sea
.
As
he
looked
he
began
to
wonder
,
for
the
whole
country
lay
beneath
him
like
a
map
,
and
that
which
was
near
him
looked
just
as
small
as
that
which
he
knew
to
be
miles
away
.
The
ridge
of
ice
which
encircled
it
appeared
but
a
few
yards
off
,
and
no
larger
than
the
row
of
pebbles
with
which
a
child
will
mark
out
the
boundaries
of
the
kingdom
he
has
appropriated
on
the
sea
-
shore
.
He
thought
he
could
distinguish
the
vapoury
form
of
North
Wind
,
seated
as
he
had
left
her
,
on
the
other
side
.
Hastily
he
descended
the
tree
,
and
to
his
amazement
found
that
the
map
or
model
of
the
country
still
lay
at
his
feet
.
He
stood
in
it
.
With
one
stride
he
had
crossed
the
river
;
with
another
he
had
reached
the
ridge
of
ice
;
with
the
third
he
stepped
over
its
peaks
,
and
sank
wearily
down
at
North
Wind
’
s
knees
.
For
there
she
sat
on
her
doorstep
.
The
peaks
of
the
great
ridge
of
ice
were
as
lofty
as
ever
behind
her
,
and
the
country
at
her
back
had
vanished
from
Diamond
’
s
view
.
North
Wind
was
as
still
as
Diamond
had
left
her
.
Her
pale
face
was
white
as
the
snow
,
and
her
motionless
eyes
were
as
blue
as
the
caverns
in
the
ice
.
But
the
instant
Diamond
touched
her
,
her
face
began
to
change
like
that
of
one
waking
from
sleep
.
Light
began
to
glimmer
from
the
blue
of
her
eyes
.
A
moment
more
,
and
she
laid
her
hand
on
Diamond
’
s
head
,
and
began
playing
with
his
hair
.
Diamond
took
hold
of
her
hand
,
and
laid
his
face
to
it
.
She
gave
a
little
start
.
“
How
very
alive
you
are
,
child
!
”
she
murmured
.
“
Come
nearer
to
me
.
”
By
the
help
of
the
stones
all
around
he
clambered
up
beside
her
,
and
laid
himself
against
her
bosom
.
She
gave
a
great
sigh
,
slowly
lifted
her
arms
,
and
slowly
folded
them
about
him
,
until
she
clasped
him
close
.
Yet
a
moment
,
and
she
roused
herself
,
and
came
quite
awake
;
and
the
cold
of
her
bosom
,
which
had
pierced
Diamond
’
s
bones
,
vanished
.
“
Have
you
been
sitting
here
ever
since
I
went
through
you
,
dear
North
Wind
?
”
asked
Diamond
,
stroking
her
hand
.
“
Yes
,
”
she
answered
,
looking
at
him
with
her
old
kindness
.
