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He
was
so
near
it
he
could
not
possibly
stop
.
The
boat
plunged
into
the
whirlpool
.
The
poor
tin
soldier
stood
as
staunch
as
he
could
,
and
no
one
can
say
that
he
so
much
as
blinked
an
eye
.
Thrice
and
again
the
boat
spun
around
.
It
filled
to
the
top
-
and
was
bound
to
sink
.
The
water
was
up
to
his
neck
and
still
the
boat
went
down
,
deeper
,
deeper
,
deeper
,
and
the
paper
got
soft
and
limp
.
Then
the
water
rushed
over
his
head
.
He
thought
of
the
pretty
little
dancer
whom
he
'd
never
see
again
,
and
in
his
ears
rang
an
old
,
old
song
:
"
Farewell
,
farewell
,
O
warrior
brave
,
Nobody
can
from
Death
thee
save
.
"
And
now
the
paper
boat
broke
beneath
him
,
and
the
soldier
sank
right
through
.
And
just
at
that
moment
he
was
swallowed
by
a
most
enormous
fish
.
My
!
how
dark
it
was
inside
that
fish
.
It
was
darker
than
under
the
gutter-plank
and
it
was
so
cramped
,
but
the
tin
soldier
still
was
staunch
.
He
lay
there
full
length
,
soldier
fashion
,
with
musket
to
shoulder
.
Then
the
fish
flopped
and
floundered
in
a
most
unaccountable
way
.
Finally
it
was
perfectly
still
,
and
after
a
while
something
struck
through
him
like
a
flash
of
lightning
.
The
tin
soldier
saw
daylight
again
,
and
he
heard
a
voice
say
,
"
The
Tin
Soldier
!
"
The
fish
had
been
caught
,
carried
to
market
,
bought
,
and
brought
to
a
kitchen
where
the
cook
cut
him
open
with
her
big
knife
.
She
picked
the
soldier
up
bodily
between
her
two
fingers
,
and
carried
him
off
upstairs
.
Everyone
wanted
to
see
this
remarkable
traveler
who
had
traveled
about
in
a
fish
's
stomach
,
but
the
tin
soldier
took
no
pride
in
it
They
put
him
on
the
table
and-lo
and
behold
,
what
curious
things
can
happen
in
this
world-there
he
was
,
back
in
the
same
room
as
before
.
He
saw
the
same
children
,
the
same
toys
were
on
the
table
,
and
there
was
the
same
fine
castle
with
the
pretty
little
dancer
.
She
still
balanced
on
one
leg
,
with
the
other
raised
high
.
She
too
was
steadfast
.
That
touched
the
soldier
so
deeply
that
he
would
have
cried
tin
tears
,
only
soldiers
never
cry
.
He
looked
at
her
,
and
she
looked
at
him
,
and
never
a
word
was
said
.
Just
as
things
were
going
so
nicely
for
them
,
one
of
the
little
boys
snatched
up
the
tin
soldier
and
threw
him
into
the
stove
.
He
did
it
for
no
reason
at
all
.
That
black
bogey
in
the
snuffbox
must
have
put
him
up
to
it
.
The
tin
soldier
stood
there
dressed
in
flames
.
He
felt
a
terrible
heat
,
but
whether
it
came
from
the
flames
or
from
his
love
he
did
n't
know
.
He
'd
lost
his
splendid
colors
,
maybe
from
his
hard
journey
,
maybe
from
grief
,
nobody
can
say
.
