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Pinocchio

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Title:
Pinocchio
Series Title:
Newbery classics
Uniform Title:
Avventure di Pinocchio
Creator:
Collodi, Carlo, 1826-1890
Folkard, Charles ( Illustrator )
Murray, M. A ( Mary Alice ) ( Translator )
David McKay Company ( Publisher )
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Philadelphia
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D. McKay
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English
Physical Description:
viii, 258 p., <4> leaves of plates : ill. (some color) ; 22 cm.

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Puppets -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Fairy tales -- 1925 ( rbgenr )
Fantasy literature -- 1925 ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1925
Genre:
Fairy tales ( rbgenr )
Fantasy literature ( rbgenr )
novel ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
United States -- Pennsylvania -- Philadelphia
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )

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General Note:
Translation of Avventure di Pinocchio.
General Note:
Color illustration mounted to red cloth binding.
Funding:
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
Statement of Responsibility:
by C. Collodi ; translated from the Italian by M.A. Murray ; illustrated by Charles Folkard.

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NEWBERY CLASSICS

Dedicated to the memory of John Newbery
Printer for Children se 1713 to 1767

C. COLLODI

Translated from the Italian by

M. A. MURRAY

Illustrated by
CHARLES FOLKARD

DAVID McKAY COMPANY

604°608 South Washington Square. Philadelphia





Printed in the United States of America



CONTENTS

I
How it came to pass that Master Cherry the carpen-
ter found a piece of wood that laughed and cried
like a child Se oe as 2 we
II

Master Cherry makes a present of the piece of wood
to his friend Geppetto, who takes it to make for
himself a wonderful puppet .

III

Geppetto having returned home begins at once to

make a puppet, which he names Pinocchio .
IV

The story of Pinocchio and the Talking-cricket, from
which we see that naughty boys cannot endure
to be corrected by those who know more than
they do .

V
Pinocchio is hungry and searches for an egg to make
himself an omelet; but just at the most interest-
ing moment the omelet flies out of the window

VI
Pinocchio falls asleep with his feet on the brazier,
and wakes in the morning to find them burnt off

VII

Geppetto returns home, makes the puppet new feet,
and gives him the breakfast that the poor man
‘had brought for himself <1% « - s

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VIII
Geppetto makes Pinocchio new feet, and sells his
own coat to buy him a Spelling- -book .
IX
Pinocchio sells his Spelling-book that he — go and
see a puppet-show
x
The puppets recognize their brother Pinocchio, and
receive him with delight i “ea 8
XI
Fire-eater sneezes and pardons Pinocchio, who then
saves the life of his friend Harlequin . :
XII

The showman, Fire-eater, makes Pinocchio a present
of five gold pieces to take home to his father,

Geppetto
XIII
The inn of The Red Craw-fish .
XIV

Pinocchio, because he would not heed the good coun-
sels of the Talking-cricket, falls amongst assas-
sins . Be ee ee

XV

The assassins pursue Pinocchio; and having over-

taken him hang him to a branch of the Big Oak
XVI

The beautiful Child with blue hair has the puppet
taken down: has him put to bed and calls in
three doctors to know if he is alive or dead .

XVII

Pinocchio eats the sugar, but will not take his medi-
cine: when, however, he sees the grave-diggers,
who have arrived to carry him away, he takes it

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CONTENTS

XVIII
Pinocchio meets again the Fox and the Cat, and goes
with them to bury his money in the Field of
miracles . . . 2. 2...
XIX
Pinocchio is robbed of his money, and as a punish-
ment he is sent to prison for four months . .
XX
Liberated from prison, he starts to return to the
Fairy’s house; but on the road he meets with a
horrible serpent . ><
XXI
Pinocchio is taken by a peasant, who obliges him to
fill the place of his watch-dog in the poultry-yard
XXII
Pinocchio discovers the robbers, and as a reward for
his fidelity is set at liberty . oe
XXIII
Pinocchio mourns the death of the beautiful Child
with the blue hair. He then meets with a
pigeon who flies with him to the seashore .
XXIV
Pinocchio arrives at the island of the “Industrious
Bees,” and finds the Fairy again . .
XXV
Pinocchio promises the Fairy to be good and studi-
ous, for he is quite sick of being a puppet and
wishes to become an exemplary boy. . .
XXVI
Pinocchio accompanies his schoolfellows to the sea-
shore to see the terrible Dog-fish .
XXVII
Great fight between Pinocchio and his companions.
One of them is wounded, and Pinocchio is ar-
rested by the gendarmes .

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XXVIII
Pinocchio is in danger of being fried in a frying-pan
like a fish . ao eS eS
XXIX

He returns to the Fairy’s house. She promises him
that the following day he shall cease to be a
puppet and shall become a boy a

XXX

Pinocchio, instead of becoming a boy, starts secretly
with his friend Candlewick for the “Land of
Boobies” ie

XXXI

After five months’ residence in the land of Cocagne,
Pinocchio, to his great astonishment, grows a
beautiful pair of donkey’s ears . :

XXXII

Pinocchio gets donkey’s ears; and then he becomes a
real little donkey and begins to bray

XXXITI

Pinocchio, having become a genuine little donkey, is
taken to be sold, and is bought by the director of
a company of buffoons to be taught to dance,
and to jump through hoops sz

XXXIV
Pinocchio, having been thrown into the sea, is eaten
by the fish and becomes a Puppet : as he was be-
fore . 3G os
XXXV
Pinocchio finds in the body of the Dog-fish .
whom does he find? Read this ane and you
will know . 4
XXXVI

Pinocchio at last ceases to be a puppet and becomes
a boy et & 1 2 4. &

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LIST OF COLORED ILLUSTRATIONS

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Watering Him From Head To Foot . Frontispiece

The Doctors Came a — An Owl,
And A Talking-Cricket . . -. 98

The Pigeon Soared So High That They Almost
Touched The Clouds . . . 146

The Donkey Threw The Poor Puppet Into The
Middle Of The Road . . . 210





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This time Master Cherry was petrified

THE ADVENTURES OF
PINOCCHIO

I

HOW IT CAME TO PASS THAT MASTER CHERRY THE
CARPENTER FOUND A PIECE OF WOOD THAT
LAUGHED AND CRIED LIKE A CHILD

HERE was once upon a time...

i “A king!” my little readers will instantly
exclaim.

No, children, you are wrong. There was once

upon a time a piece of wood.
11



12 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

This wood was not valuable: it was only a common
log like those that are burnt in winter in the stoves
and fireplaces to make a cheerful blaze and warm
the rooms.

I cannot say how it came about, but the fact is,
that one fine day this piece of wood was lying in the
shop of an old carpenter of the name of Master An-
tonio. He was, however, called by everybody Master
Cherry, on account of the end of his nose, which was
always as red and polished as a ripe cherry.

No sooner had Master Cherry set eyes on the piece
of wood than his face beamed with delight; and, rub-
bing his hands together with satisfaction, he said
softly to himself:

“This wood has come at the right moment; it will
just do to make the leg of a little table.”

Having said this, he immediately took a sharp ax
with which to remove the bark and the rough surface.
Just, however, as he was going to give the first stroke
he remained with his arm suspended in the air, for he
heard a very small voice saying imploringly, “Do
not strike me so hard!”

Picture to yourselves the astonishment of good old
Master Cherry!

He turned his terrified eyes all round the room to
try and discover where the little voice could possibly
have come from, but he saw nobody! He looked
under the bench — nobody; he looked into a cupboard
that was always shut — nobody; he looked into a bas-
ket of shavings and sawdust —nobody; he even
opened the door of the shop and gave a glance into



ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 13

the street — and still nobody. Who, then, could it
be?

“TI see how it is,” he said, laughing and scratching
his wig; “ evidently that little voice was all my imag-
ination. Let us set to work again.”

And taking up the ax he struck a tremendous blow
on the piece of wood.

“Oh! oh! you have hurt me!” cried the same little
voice dolefully.

This time Master Cherry was petrified. His eyes
started out of his head with fright, his mouth re-
mained open, and his tongue hung out almost to the
end of his chin, like a mask on a fountain. As soon
as he had recovered the use of his speech, he began
to say, stuttering and trembling with fear:

“But where on earth can that little voice have
come from that said ‘Oh! oh!’? . . . Here there is
certainly not a living soul. Is it possible that this
piece of wood can have learnt to cry and to lament
like a child? I cannot believe it. This piece of
wood, here it is; a log for fuel like all the others, and
thrown on the fire it would about suffice to boil a
saucepan of beans. ... How then? Can any one be
hidden inside it? If any one is hidden inside, so much
the worse for him. I will settle him at once.”

So saying, he seized the poor piece of wood and
commenced beating it without mercy against the walls
of the room.

Then he stopped to listen if he could hear any little
voice lamenting. He waited two minutes — nothing;
five minutes — nothing; ten minutes — still nothing!



14 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

“T see how it is,” he then said, forcing himself to
laugh and pushing up his wig; “evidently the little
voice that said ‘Oh! Oh!’ was all my imagination!
Let us set to work again.”

But as all the same he was in a great fright, he tried
to sing to give himself a little courage.

Putting the ax aside, he took his plane, to plane and
polish the bit of wood; but whilst he was running it
up and down he heard the same little voice say, laugh-
ing:

“ Have done! you are tickling me all over!”

This time poor Master Cherry fell down as if he
had been struck by lightning. When he at last
opened his eyes he found himself seated on the floor.

His face was quite changed, even the end of his
nose, instead of being crimson, as it was nearly al-
ways, had become blue from fright.



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MASTER CHERRY MAKES A PRESENT OF THE PIECE
OF WOOD TO HIS FRIEND GEPPETTO, WHO
TAKES IT TO MAKE FOR HIMSELF A WONDERFUL
PUPPET, THAT SHALL KNOW HOW TO DANCE,
AND TO FENCE, AND TO LEAP LIKE AN ACROBAT

T that moment some one knocked at the door.
A “ Come in,” said the carpenter, without hav-
ing the strength to rise to his feet.

A lively little old man immediately walked into the
shop. His name was Geppetto, but when the boys
of the neighborhood wished to put him in a passion
they called him by the nickname of Polendina,' be-
cause his yellow wig greatly resembled a pudding
made of Indian corn.

Geppetto was very fiery. Woe to him who called
him Polendina! He became furious, and there was
no holding him.

“Good day, Master Antonio,” said Geppetto;
“what are you doing there on the floor? ”

1Polendina. In Italian, pudding of Indian corn.
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“T am teaching the alphabet to the ants.”

“Much good may that do you.”

“What has brought you to me, neighbor Gep-
petto? ”

“My legs. But to say the truth, Master Antonio,
Iam come to ask a favor of you.”

“Here I am, ready to serve you,” replied the car-
penter, getting onto his knees.

“This morning an idea came into my head.”

“ Let us hear it.”

“T thought I would make a beautiful wooden pup-
pet; but a wonderful puppet that should know how to
dance, to fence, and to leap like an acrobat. With
this puppet I would travel about the world to earn a
piece of bread and a glass of wine. What do you
think of it?”

“Bravo, Polendina!” exclaimed the same little
voice, and it was impossible to say where it came
from.

Hearing himself called Polendina, Geppetto became
as red as a turkey-cock from rage, and turning to the
carpenter he said in a fury:

“Why do you insult me?”

“Who insults you?”

“You called me Polendina! .. .”

“Tt was not I!”

“Would you have it, then, that it was I? It was
you, I say!”

66 No! 99

6c Yes! 9

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ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 17

ee Yes! ”

And becoming more and more angry, from words
they came to blows, and flying at each other they bit,
and fought, and scratched manfully.

When the fight was over Master Antonio was in
possession of Geppetto’s yellow wig, and Geppetto



When the fight was over

discovered that the gray wig belonging to the car-
penter had remained between his teeth.

“ Give me back my wig,” screamed Master Antonio.

“And you, return me mine, and let us make
friends.”

The two old men, having each recovered his own
wig, shook hands, and swore that they would remain
friends to the end of their lives.

“Well then, neighbor Geppetto,” said the carpen-



13 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

ter, to prove that peace was made, “ what is the favor
that you wish of me? ”

“T want a little wood to make my puppet; will you
give me some?”

Master Antonio was delighted, and he immediately
went to the bench and fetched the piece of wood that
had caused him so much fear. But just as he was
going to give it to his friend the piece of wood gave a
shake, and wriggling violently out of his hands struck
with all its force against the dried-up shins of poor
Geppetto.

“ Ah! is that the courteous way in which you make
your presents, Master Antonio? You have almost
lamed me! .. .”

“T swear to you that it was not I!.. .”

“Then you would have it thatit was I? ...

“The wood is entirely to blame! .. .”

“T know that it was the wood; but it was you that
hit my legs with it! .. .”

“T did not hit you with it! .. .”

“ Liar!”

“Geppetto, don’t insult me or I will call you Po-
lendina! .. .”

ce Ass! 39

“ Polendina! ”

“Donkey!”

“ Polendina! ”

“Baboon!”

“ Polendina! ”

On hearing himself called Polendina for the third

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ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 19

time Geppetto, blind with rage, fell upon the carpen-
ter and they fought desperately.

When the battle was over, Master Antonio had two
more scratches on his nose, and his adversary had two
buttons too little on his waistcoat. Their accounts
being thus squared, they shook hands, and swore to
remain good friends for the rest of their lives.

Geppetto carried off his fine piece of wood and,
thanking Master Antonio, returned limping to his
house.











ITI

GEPPETTO HAVING RETURNED HOME BEGINS AT
ONCE TO MAKE A PUPPET, TO WHICH HE GIVES
THE NAME OF PINOCCHIO. THE FIRST TRICKS
PLAYED BY THE PUPPET

that was only lighted from the staircase.
The furniture could not have been simpler,—
a bad chair, a poor bed, and a broken-down table.
At the end of the room there was a fireplace with a
lighted fire; but the fire was painted, and by the fire
was a painted saucepan that was boiling cheerfully,
and sending out a cloud of smoke that looked exactly
like real smoke.
As soon as he reached home Geppetto took his
tools and set to work to cut out and model his puppet.
“ What name shall I give him? ” he said to himself;
“T think I will call him Pinocchio. It is a name that
will bring him luck. I once knew a whole family so
called. There was Pinocchio the father, Pinocchia
the mother, and Pinocchi the children, and all of them
did well. The richest of them was a beggar.”
Having found a name for his puppet he began to
work in good earnest, and he first made his hair, then

his forehead, and then his eyes.
21

(; EPPETTO lived in a small ground-floor room



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The eyes being finished, imagine his astonishment
when he perceived that they moved and looked fixedly
at him.

Geppetto, seeing himself stared at by those two
wooden eyes, took it almost in bad part, and said in
an angry voice:

“Wicked wooden eyes, why do you look at
me?”

No one answered.

He then proceeded to carve the nose; but no sooner
had he made it than it began to grow. And it grew,
and grew, and grew, until in a few minutes it had be-
come an immense nose that seemed as if it would
never end.

Poor Geppetto tired himself out with cutting it off;
but the more he cut and shortened it, the longer did
that impertinent nose become!

The mouth was not even completed when it began
to laugh and deride him.

“Stop laughing!” said Geppetto, provoked; but
he might as well have spoken to the wall.

“ Stop laughing, I say! ” he roared in a threatening
tone.

The mouth then ceased laughing, but put out its
tongue as far as it would go.

Geppetto, not to spoil his handiwork, pretended not
to see, and continued his labors. After the mouth he
fashioned the chin, then the throat, then the shoul-
ders, the stomach, the arms and the hands.

The hands were scarcely finished when Geppetto
felt his wig snatched from his head. He turned



ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 23

round, and what did he see? He saw his yellow wig

in the puppet’s hand.
“Pinocchio! ... Give me back my wig in-
stantly!”

But Pinocchio, instead of returning it, put it on his
own head, and was in consequence nearly smothered.

Geppetto at this insolent and derisive behavior felt
sadder and more melancholy than he had ever been
in his life before; and turning to Pinocchio he said to
him:

“You young rascal! You are not yet completed,
and you are already beginning to show want of respect
to your father! That is bad, my boy, very bad!”

And he dried a tear.

The legs and the feet remained to be done.

When Geppetto had finished the feet he received a
kick on the point of his nose.

“T deserve it! ” he said to himself; “I should have
thought of it sooner! Now it is too late!”

He then took the puppet under the arms and placed
him on the floor to teach him to walk.

Pinocchio’s legs were stiff and he could not move,
but Geppetto led him by the hand and showed him
how to put one foot before the other.

When his legs became flexible Pinocchio began to
walk by himself and to run about the room; until,
having gone out of the house door, he jumped into
the street and escaped.

Poor Geppetto rushed after him but was not able
to overtake him, for that rascal Pinocchio leapt in
front of him like a hare, and knocking his wooden



24 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

feet together against the pavement made as much
clatter as twenty pairs of peasants’ clogs.

“Stop him! stop him!” shouted Geppetto; but the
people in the street, seeing a wooden puppet running
like a racehorse, stood still in astonishment to look at
it, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed, until it
beats description.



Geppetto rushed after him

At last, as good luck would have it, a carabineer
arrived who, hearing the uproar, imagined that a colt
had escaped from his master. Planting himself cour-
ageously with his legs apart in the middle of the road,
he waited with the determined purpose of stopping
him, and thus preventing the chance of worse dis-
asters.

When Pinocchio, still at some distance, saw the car-
abineer barricading the whole street, he endeavored to
take him by surprise and to pass between his legs.
But he failed signally.



ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 25

The carabineer without disturbing himself in the
least caught him cleverly by the nose —it was an
immense nose of ridiculous proportions that seemed
made on purpose to be laid hold of by carabineers —
and consigned him to Geppetto. Wishing to punish
him, Geppetto intended to pull his ears at once. But
imagine his feelings when he could not succeed in
finding them. And do you know the reason? It was
that, in his hurry to model him, he had forgotten to
make them.

He then took him by the collar, and as he was lead-
ing him away he said to him, shaking his head threat-
eningly:

“We will go home at once, and as soon as we arrive
we will regulate our accounts, never doubt it.”

At this announcement Pinocchio threw himself on
the ground and would not take another step. In the
meanwhile a crowd of idlers and inquisitive people
began to assemble and to make a ring round them.

Some of them said one thing, some another.

“Poor puppet!” said several, “he is right not to
wish to return home! Who knows how Geppetto,
that bad old man, will beat him! .. .”

And the others added maliciously:

“ Geppetto seems a good man! but with boys he is
a regular tyrant! If that poor puppet is left in his
hands he is quite capable of tearing him in pieces! ...”

It ended in so much being said and done that the
carabineer at last set Pinocchio at liberty and con-
ducted Geppetto to prison. The poor man, not being
ready with words to defend himself, cried like a calf,



26 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

and as he was being led away to prison sobbed out:
“Wretched boy! And to think how I have labored
to make him a well-conducted puppet! But it serves
me right! I should have thought of it sooner! .. .”
What happened afterwards is a story that really is
past all belief, but I will relate it to ie in the follow-
ing chapters.





IV

THE STORY OF PINOCCHIO AND THE TALKING-
CRICKET, FROM WHICH WE SEE THAT NAUGHTY
BOYS CANNOT ENDURE TO BE CORRECTED BY
THOSE WHO KNOW MORE THAN THEY DO

ELL then, children, I must tell you that

\ \ whilst poor Geppetto was being taken to

prison for no fault of his, that imp Pinoc-
chio, finding himself free from the clutches of the cara-
bineer, ran off as fast as his legs could carry him.
That he might reach home the quicker he rushed
across the fields, and in his mad hurry he jumped high
banks, thorn hedges, and ditches full of water, exactly
as a kid or a leveret would have done if pursued by
hunters,

Having arrived at the house he found the street
door ajar. He pushed it open, went in, and having
secured the latch threw himself seated on the ground
and gave a great sigh of satisfaction.

But his satisfaction did not last long, for he heard
some one in the room who was saying:

“ Cri-cri-cri! ”

“Who calls me? ” said Pinocchio in a fright.

Itis 1h”

Pinocchio turned round and saw a big cricket crawl-

ing slowly up the wall.
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28 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

“Tell me, Cricket, who may you be?”

“T am the Talking-cricket, and I have lived in this
room a hundred years and more.”

“Now, however, this room is mine,” said the pup-
pet, “and if you would do me a pleasure go away at
once, without even turning round.”

“T will not go,” answered the Cricket, “until I
have told you a great truth.”

“Tell it me, then, and be quick about it.”

“Woe to those boys who rebel against their pa-
rents, and run away capriciously from home. They
will never come to any good in the world, and sooner
or later they will repent bitterly.”

“Sing away, Cricket, as you please, and as long as
you please. For me, I have made up my mind to run
away to-morrow at daybreak, because if I remain I
shall not escape the fate of all other boys; I shall be
sent to school and shall be made to study either by
love or by force. To tell you in confidence, I have no
wish to learn; it is much more amusing to run after
butterflies, or to climb trees and to take the young
birds out of their nests.”

“Poor little goose! But do you not know that in
that way you will grow up a perfect donkey, and that
every one will make game of you?”

“Hold your tongue, you wicked ill-omened
croaker! ” shouted Pinocchio.

But the Cricket, who was patient and philosophical,
instead of becoming angry at this impertinence, con-
tinued in the same tone:

“But if you do not wish to go to school why not



ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 29

at least learn a trade, if only to enable you to earn
honestly a piece of bread!”

“Do you want me to tell you?” replied Pinocchio,
who was beginning to lose patience. “ Amongst all



Snatched upa wooden hammer

the trades in the world there is only one that really
takes my fancy.”

“And that trade — what is it?”

“It is to eat, drink, sleep, and amuse myself, and
to lead a vagabond life from morning to night.”

“As a rule,” said the Talking-cricket with the same



30 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

composure, “all those who follow that trade end al-
most always either in a hospital or in prison.”

“Take care, you wicked ill-omened croaker!...
Woe to you if I fly into a passion! .. .”

“Poor Pinocchio! I really pity you! ...

“Why do you pity me? ”

“ Because you are a puppet and, what is worse, be-
cause you have a wooden head.”

At these last words Pinocchio jumped up in a rage,
and snatching a wooden hammer from the bench he
threw it at the Talking-cricket.

Perhaps he never meant to hit him; but unfortu-
nately it struck him exactly on the head, so that the
poor Cricket had scarcely breath to cry cri-cri-cri, and
then he remained dried up and flattened against the
wall.

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PINOCCHIO IS HUNGRY AND SEARCHES FOR AN EGG
TO MAKE HIMSELF AN OMELET; BUT JUST AT
THE MOST INTERESTING MOMENT THE OMELET
FLIES OUT OF THE WINDOW

IGHT was coming on, and Pinocchio, remem-
N bering that he had eaten nothing all day,
began to feel a gnawing in his stomach that

very much resembled appetite.

But appetite with boys travels quickly, and in fact
after a few minutes his appetite had become hunger,
and in no time his hunger became ravenous — a hun-
ger that was really quite insupportable.

Poor Pinocchio ran quickly to the fire-place where
a saucepan was boiling, and was going to take off the
lid to see what was in it, but the saucepan was only
painted on the wall. You can imagine his feelings.
His nose, which was already long, became longer by
at least three fingers.

He then began to run about the room, searching in
the drawers and in every imaginable place, in hopes
of finding a bit of bread. If it was only a bit of dry
bread, a crust, a bone left by a dog, a little moldy

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32 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

pudding of Indian corn, a fish bone, a cherry stone —
in fact anything that he could gnaw. But he could
find nothing, nothing at all, absolutely nothing.

And in the meanwhile his hunger grew and grew;
and poor Pinocchio had no other relief than yawning,
and his yawns were so tremendous that sometimes
his mouth almost reached his ears. And after he had
yawned he spluttered, and felt as if he was going to

faint.

Then he began to cry desperately, and he said:

“The Talking-cricket was right. I did wrong to
rebel against my papa and to run away from home.
. . . If my papa was here I should not now be dying
of yawning! Oh! what a dreadful illness hunger is! ”

Just then he thought he saw something in the dust-
heap — something round and white that looked like a
hen’s egg. To give a spring and seize hold of it was
the affair of amoment. It was indeed an egg.

Pinocchio’s joy beats description; it can only be
imagined. Almost believing it must be a dream he
kept turning the egg over in his hands, feeling it and
kissing it. And as he kissed it he said:

“ And now, how shall I cook it? Shall I make an
omelet? ... No, it would be better to cook it in a
saucer! .. . Or would it not be more savory to fry
it in the frying-pan? Or shall I simply boil it? No,
the quickest way of all is to cook it in a saucer; I am
in such a hurry to eat it!”

Without loss of time he placed an earthenware
saucer on a brazier full of red-hot embers. Into the
saucer instead of oil or butter he poured a little water;



ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 33

and when the water began to smoke, tac! ... he
broke the egg-shell over it that the contents might
dropin. But instead of the white and the yolk a little



Thus saying it spread its wings

chicken popped out very gay and polite. Making a
beautiful courtesy, it said to him:

“ A thousand thanks, Master Pinocchio, for saving
me the trouble of breaking the shell. Adieu until we



34 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

meet again. Keep well, and my best compliments to
all at home! ”

Thus saying it spread its wings, darted through the
open window, and flying away was lost to sight.

The poor puppet stood as if he had been bewitched,
with his eyes fixed, his mouth open, and the egg-shell
in his hand. Recovering, however, from his first
stupefaction, he began to cry and scream, and to
stamp his feet on the floor in desperation, and amidst
his sobs he said:

“Ah! indeed the Talking-cricket was right. If I
had not run away from home, and if my papa was
here, I should not now be dying of hunger! Oh!
what a dreadful illness hunger is! . . .”

And as his stomach cried out more than ever and
he did not know how to quiet it, he thought he would
leave the house and make an excursion in the neigh-
borhood in hopes of finding some charitable person
who would give him a piece of bread.







VI

PINOCCHIO FALLS ASLEEP WITH HIS FEET ON THE
BRAZIER, AND WAKES IN THE MORNING TO FIND
THEM BURNT OFF

thunder was tremendous and the lightning so

vivid that the sky seemed on fire. A bitter blus-
terous wind whistled angrily, and raising clouds of
dust swept over the country, causing the trees to creak
and groan as it passed.

Pinocchio had a great fear of thunder, but hunger
was stronger than fear. He therefore closed the
house door and made a rush for the village, which he
reached in a hundred bounds, with his tongue hanging
out and panting for breath, like a dog after game.

But he found it all dark and deserted. The shops
were closed, the windows shut, and there was not
so much as a dog in the street. It seerned the land
of the dead.

Pinocchio, urged by desperation and hunger, laid
hold of the bell of a house and began to peal it with
all his might, saying to himself:

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“ That will bring somebody.”

And so it did. A little old man appeared at a win-
dow with a nightcap on his head, and called to him
angrily:

“What do you want at such an hour? ”



Whilst he slept his feet took fire

“Would you be kind enough to give me a little
bread?”

“Wait there, I will be back directly,” said the little
old man, thinking he had to do with one of those ras-
cally boys who amuse themselves at night by ringing
the house bells to rouse respectable people who are

‘sleeping quietly.

After half a minute the window was again opened,
and the voice of the same little old man shouted to
Pinocchio:

“Come underneath and hold out your cap.”

Pinocchio pulled off his cap; but just as he held it



38 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

out an enormous basin of water was poured down
on him, watering him from head to foot as if he had
been a pot of dried-up geraniums.

He returned home like a wet chicken quite ex-
hausted with fatigue and hunger; and having no
longer strength to stand, he sat down and rested his
damp and muddy feet on a brazier full of burning
embers.

And then he fell asleep; and whilst he slept his feet,
which were wooden, took fire, and little by little they
burnt away and became cinders.

Pinocchio continued to sleep and to snore as if his
feet belonged to some one else. At last about day-
break he awoke because some one was knocking at
the door.

“Who is there?” he asked, yawning and rubbing
his eyes.

“Tt is I!” answered a voice.

And the voice was Geppetto’s voice.









VII

GEPPETTO RETURNS HOME, MAKES THE PUPPET
NEW FEET, AND GIVES HIM THE BREAKFAST
THAT THE POOR MAN HAD BROUGHT FOR HIM-
SELF

OOR Pinocchio, whose eyes were still half shut
P from sleep, had not as yet discovered that his

feet were burnt off. The moment, therefore,
that he heard his father’s voice he slipped off his stool
to run and open the door; but after stumbling two or
three times he fell his whole length on the floor.

And the noise he made in falling was as if a sack of
wooden ladles had been thrown from a fifth story.

“Open the door!” shouted Geppetto from the
street.

“ Dear papa, I cannot,” answered the puppet, crying
and rolling about on the ground.

“Why cannot you?”

“ Because my feet have been eaten.”

“And who has eaten your feet?”

“ The cat,” said Pinocchio, seeing the cat, who was
amusing herself by making some shavings dance with
her forepaws.

“ Open the door, I tell you!” repeated Geppetto.
“Tf you don’t, when I get into the house you shall

have the cat from me!”
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ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO a1

“T cannot stand up, believe me. Oh, poor me!
poor me! I shall have to walk on my knees for the
rest of my life! .. .”

Geppetto, believing that all this lamentation was
only another of the puppet’s tricks, thought of a means



“Oh! Poor me! I shall have to walk on my knees
for the rest of my life!”

of putting an end to it, and climbing up the wall he
got in at the window.

He was very angry, and at first he did nothing but
scold; but when he saw his Pinocchio lying on the
ground and really without feet he was quite over-
come. He took him in his arms and began to kiss
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42 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

things to him, and as the big tears ran down his
cheeks, he said, sobbing:

“ My little Pinocchio! how did you manage to burn
your feet?”

“T don’t know, papa, but believe me it has been
an infernal night that I shall remember as long as I
live. It thundered and lightened, and I was very
hungry, and then the Talking-cricket said to me: ‘It
serves you right; you have been wicked and you de-
serve it,’ and I said to him: ‘Take care, Cricket!’
. . - and he said: ‘ You are a puppet and you have a
wooden head,’ and I threw the handle of a hammer at
him, and he died, but the fault was his, for I didn’t
wish to kill him, and the proof of it is that I put an
earthenware saucer on a brazier of burning embers,
but a chicken flew out and said: ‘ Adieu until we meet
again, and many compliments to all at home’; and I
got still more hungry, for which reason that little old
man in a nightcap opening the window said to me:
‘ Come underneath and hold out your hat,’ and poured
a basinful of water on my head, because asking for a
little bread isn’t a disgrace, is it? and I returned home
at once, and because I was always very hungry I put
my feet on the brazier to dry them, and then you re-
turned, and I found they were burnt off, and I am
always hungry, but I have no longer any feet! Ih!
Th! Ih! Th! .. .” And poor Pinocchio began to cry
and to roar so loudly that he was heard five miles
off.

Geppetto, who from all this jumbled account had
only understood one thing, which was that the puppet



ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 43

was dying of hunger, drew from his pocket three
pears, and giving them to him said:

“These three pears were intended for my break-
fast; but I will give them to you willingly. Eat them,
and I hope they will do you good.”

“Tf you wish me to eat them, be kind enough to
peel them for me.”

“Peel them?” said Geppetto, astonished. “I
should never have thought, my boy, that you were so
dainty and fastidious. That is bad! In this world
we should accustom ourselves from childhood to like
and to eat everything, for there is no saying to what
we may be brought. There are so many chances!...”

“You are no doubt right,” interrupted Pinocchio,
“but I will never eat fruit that has not been peeled.
I cannot bear rind.”

So that good Geppetto fetched a knife, and arming
himself with patience peeled the three pears, and put
the rind on a corner of the table.

Having eaten the first pear in two mouthfuls, Pi-
nocchio was about to throw away the core; but Gep-
petto caught hold of his arm and said to him:

“Do not throw it away; in this world everything
may be of use.”

“ But core I am determined I will not eat,” shouted
the puppet, turning upon him like a viper.

“Who knows! there are so many chances! . .
repeated Geppetto without losing his temper.

And so the three cores, instead of being thrown out
of the window, were placed on the corner of the table
together with the three rinds,

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Having eaten, or rather having devoured the three
pears, Pinocchio yawned tremendously, and then said
in a fretful tone:

“T am as hungry as ever!”

“But, my boy, I have nothing more to give you!”

“ Nothing, really nothing?”

“T have only the rind and the cores of the three
pears.”

“One must have patience!” said Pinocchio; “if
there is nothing else I will eat a rind.”

And he began to chew it. At first he made a wry
face; but then one after another he quickly disposed
of the rinds: and after the rinds even the cores, and
when he had eaten up everything he clapped his hands
on his sides in his satisfaction, and said joyfully:

“Ah! now I feel comfortable.”

“You see now,” observed Geppetto, “that I was
right when I said to you that it did not do to accustom
ourselves to be too particular or too dainty in our
tastes. We can never know, my dear boy, what may
happen to us. There are so many chances! .. .”





Vill

GEPPETTO MAKES PINOCCHIO NEW FEET, AND
SELLS HIS OWN COAT TO BUY HIM A SPELLING-
BOOK

O sooner had the puppet appeased his hunger
N than he began to cry and to grumble because
he wanted a pair of new feet.

But Geppetto, to punish him for his naughtiness,
allowed him to cry and to despair for half the day.
He then said to him:

“Why should I make you new feet? To enable
you, perhaps, to escape again from home? ”

“T promise you,” said the puppet, sobbing, “ that
for the future I will be good.”

“ All boys,” replied Geppetto, “ when they are bent
upon obtaining something, say the same thing.”

“T promise you that I will go to school, and that
I will study and earn a good character.”

“ All boys, when they are bent on obtaining some-
thing, repeat the same story.”

“But I am not like other boys! I am better than
all of them and I always speak the truth. I promise
you, papa, that I will learn a trade, and that I will be
the consolation and the staff of your old age.”

Geppetto, although he put on a severe face, had
his eyes full of tears and his heart big with sorrow at

seeing his poor Pinocchio in such a pitiable state.
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ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 47

He did not say another word, but taking his tools and
two small pieces of well-seasoned wood he set to work
with great diligence.

In less than an hour the feet were finished: two
little feet —swift, well-knit, and nervous. They
might have been modeled by an artist of genius.

Geppetto then said to the puppet:

“Shut your eyes and go to sleep!”

And Pinocchio shut his eyes and pretended to be
asleep.

And whilst he pretended to sleep, Geppetto, with
a little glue which he had melted in an egg-shell, fas-
tened his feet in their place, and it was so well done
that not even a trace could be seen of where they were
joined.

No sooner had the puppet discovered that he had
feet than he jumped down from the table on which
he was lying, and began to spring and to cut a thou-
sand capers about the room, as if he had gone mad
with the greatness of his delight.

“To reward you for what you have done for me,”
said Pinocchio to his father, “I will go to school at
once.”

“ Good boy.”

“But to go to school I shall want some clothes.”

Geppetto, who was poor, and who had not so much
as a farthing in his pocket, then made him a little
dress of flowered paper, a pair of shoes from the bark
of a tree, and a cap of the crumb of bread.

Pinocchio ran immediately to look at himself in a
crock of water, and he was so pleased with his ap-



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pearance that he said, strutting about like a peacock.
“T look quite like a gentleman!”
“Ves indeed,” answered Geppetto, “for bear in
mind that it is not fine clothes that make the gentle-
man, but rather clean clothes.”



Ran to look at himself in a crock of water

“ By the bye,” added the puppet, “to go to school
I am still in want — indeed I am without the best
thing, and the most important.”

“And what is it?”

“T have no Spelling-book.”

“ You are right: but what shall we do to get one? ”



ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 49

“Tt is quite easy. We have only to go to the book-
seller’s and buy it.”

“And the money?”

“T have got none.”

“No more have I,” added the good old man very
sadly.

And Pinocchio, although he was a very merry boy,
became sad also; because poverty, when it is real
poverty, is understood by everybody — even by boys.

“Well, patience!” exclaimed Geppetto, all at once
rising to his feet, and putting on his old fustian coat,
all patched and darned, he ran out of the house.

He returned shortly, holding in his hand a Spelling-
book for Pinocchio, but the old coat was gone. The
poor man was in his shirt sleeves, and out of doors it
was snowing.

“ And the coat, papa?”

“T have sold it.”

“Why did you sell it?”

“ Because I found it too hot.”

Pinocchio understood this answer in an instant, and
unable to restrain the impulse of his good heart he
sprang up, and throwing his arms round Geppetto’s
neck he began kissing him again and again.











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IX

PINOCCHIO SELLS HIS SPELLING-BOOK THAT HE
MAY GO AND SEE A PUPPET-SHOW

S soon as it had done snowing Pinocchio set
out for school with his fine Spelling-book

under his arm. As he went along he began
to imagine a thousand things in his little brain, and to
build a thousand castles in the air, one more beau-
tiful than the other.

And talking to himself he said:

“To-day at school I will learn to read at once;
then to-morrow I will begin to write, and the day af-
ter to-morrow to cipher. Then with my acquire-
ments I will earn a great deal of money, and with the
first money I have in my pocket I will immediately
buy for my papa a beautiful new cloth coat. But
what am I saying? Cloth, indeed! It shall be all
made of gold and silver, and it shall have diamond
buttons. That poor man really deserves it; for to
buy me books and have me taught he has remained
in his shirt sleeves. .. . Andin this cold! It is only
fathers who are capable of such sacrifices! .. .”

Whilst he was saying this with great emotion he

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thought that he heard music in the distance that
sounded like fifes and the beating of a big drum:
fi-fi-fi, fi-fi-f, zum, zum, zum, zum.

He stopped and listened. The sounds came from
the end of a cross street that took to a little village on
the seashore.

“What can that music be? What a pity that I
have to go to school, or else . . .”

And he remained irresolute. It was, however, nec-
essary to come toadecision. Should he go to school?
or should he go after the fifes?

“ To-day I will go and hear the fifes, and to-morrow
I will go to school,” finally decided the young scape-
grace, shrugging his shoulders.

The more he ran the nearer came the sounds of the
fifes and the beating of the big drum: fi-fi-fi, zum,
zum, zum, zum.

At last he found himself in the middle of a square
quite full of people, who were all crowding round a
building made of wood and canvas, and painted a
thousand colors.

“What is that building?” asked Pinocchio, turn-
ing to a little boy who belonged to the place.

“Read the placard —it is all written —and then
you will know.”

“T would read it willingly, but it so happens that
to-day I don’t know how to read.”

“Bravo, blockhead! Then I will read it to you.
The writing on that placard in those letters red as fire
is:



ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 53

“GREAT PUPPET THEATER”

“ Has the play begun long? ”

“Tt is beginning now.”

“How much does it cost to go in?”

“ Twopence.”

Pinocchio, who was in a fever of curiosity, lost all
control of himself, and without any shame he said to
the little boy to whom he was talking:

“Would you lend me twopence until to-mor-
row?”

“T would lend them to you willingly,” said the
other, taking him off, “but it so happens that to-day
I cannot give them to you.”

“T will sell you my jacket for twopence,” the pup-
pet then said to him.

“What do you think that I could do with a jacket
of flowered paper? If there was rain and it got wet,
it would be impossible to get it off my back.”

“Will you buy my shoes?”

“They would only be of use to light the fire.”

“ How much will you give me for my cap?”

“That would be a wonderful acquisition indeed!
A cap of bread crumb! There would be a risk
of the mice coming to eat it whilst it was on my
head.”

Pinocchio was on thorns. He was on the point of
making another offer, but he had not the courage.
He hesitated, felt irresolute and remorseful. At last
he said:



54 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

“ Will you give me twopence for this new Spelling-
bosk? ”
“I am a boy and I don’t buy from boys,” replied



The book was sold there and then

his little interlocutor, who had much more sense than
ne had.

“T will buy the Spelling-book for twopence,” called
out a hawker of old clothes, who had been listening
to the conversation.



ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 55

And the book was sold there and then. And to
think that poor Geppetto had remained at home trem-
bling with cold in his shirt sleeves, that he might buy
his son a Spelling-book!











THE PUPPETS RECOGNIZE THEIR BROTHER PINOC-
CHIO, AND RECEIVE HIM WITH DELIGHT; BUT
AT THAT MOMENT THEIR MASTER FIRE-EATER
MAKES HIS APPEARANCE AND PINOCCHIO IS IN
DANGER OF COMING TO A BAD END

HEN Pinocchio came into the little puppet
\) \ theater, an incident occurred that almost
produced a revolution.

I must tell you that the curtain was drawn up, and
the play had already begun.

On the stage Harlequin and Punchinello were as
usual quarreling with each other, and threatening
every moment to come to blows.

The audience, all attention, laughed till they were
ill as they listened to the bickerings of these two
puppets, who gesticulated and abused each other so
naturally that they might have been two reasonable

beings, and two persons of the world.
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All at once Harlequin stopped short, and turning to
the public he pointed with his hand to some one
far down in the pit, and exclaimed in a dramatic
tone:

“Gods of the firmament! do I dream, or am I
awake? But surely that is Pinocchio! .. .”

“It is indeed Pinocchio!” cried Punchinello.

“It is indeed himself!’ screamed Miss Rose, peep-
ing from behind the scenes.

“It is Pinocchio! it is Pinocchio!” shouted all the
puppets in chorus, leaping from all sides on to the
stage. “It is Pinocchio! It is our brother Pinoc-
chio! Long live Pinocchio! .. .”

“Pinocchio, come up here to me,” cried Harlequin,
“and throw yourself into the arms of your wooden
brothers!”

At this affectionate invitation Pinocchio made a
leap from the end of the pit into the reserved seats;
another leap landed him on the head of the leader
of the orchestra, and he then sprang upon the
stage.

The embraces, the hugs, the friendly pinches, and
the demonstrations of warm brotherly affection that
Pinocchio received from the excited crowd of actors
and actresses of the puppet dramatic company beat
description.

The sight was doubtless a moving one, but the pub-
lic in the pit, finding that the play was stopped, be-
came impatient, and began to shout: “ We will have
the play — go on with the play!”





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Carried him in triumph before the footlights
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60 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

It was all breath thrown away. The puppets, in-
stead of continuing the recital, redoubled their noise
and outcries, and putting Pinocchio on their shoul-
ders, they carried him in triumph before the foot-
lights.

At that moment out came the showman. He was
very big, and so ugly that the sight of him was enough
to frighten any one. His beard was as black as ink,
and so long that it reached from his chin to the
ground. I need only say that he trod upon it when
he walked. His mouth was as big as an oven, and
his eyes were like two lanterns of red glass with
lights burning inside them. He carried a large whip
made of snakes and foxes’ tails twisted together,
which he cracked constantly.

At his unexpected appearance there was a profound
silence: no one dared to breathe. A fly might have
been heard in the stillness. The poor puppets of both
sexes trembled like so many leaves.

“Why have you come to raise a disturbance in my
theater?” asked the showman of Pinocchio, in the
gruff voice of a hob-goblin suffering from a severe
cold in the head.

“Believe me, honored sir, that it was not my
fault! its.”

“That is enough! To-night we will settle our ac-
counts.”

As soon as the play was over the showman went
into the kitchen where a fine sheep, preparing for his
supper, was turning slowly on the spit in front of the



ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 61

fire. As there was not enough wood to finish roasting
and browning it, he called Harlequin and Punchinello,
and said to them:

“ Bring that puppet here: you will find him hanging
on a nail. It seems to me that he is made of very



dry wood, and I am sure that if he was thrown on
the fire he would make a beautiful blaze for the
roast.”

At first Harlequin and Punchinello hesitated; but,
appalled by a severe glance from their master, they
obeyed. Ina short time they returned to the kitchen



62 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

carrying poor Pinocchio, who was wriggling like an
eel taken out of water, and screaming desperately:
“Papa! papa! save me! I will not die, I will not
die! ...”







XI

FIRE-EATER SNEEZES AND PARDONS PINOCCHIO,
WHO THEN SAVES THE LIFE OF HIS FRIEND
HARLEQUIN

"[To= showman Fire-eater — for that was his
name — looked, I must say, a terrible man,
especially with his black beard that cov-
ered his chest and legs like an apron. On the whole,
however, he had not a bad heart. In proof of this,
when he saw poor Pinocchio brought before him,
struggling and screaming “I will not die, I will not
die! ” he was quite moved and felt very sorry for him.
He tried to hold out, but after a little he could stand it
no longer and he sneezed violently. When he heard
the sneeze, Harlequin, who up to that moment had
been in the deepest affliction, and bowed down like a
weeping willow, became quite cheerful, and leaning
towards Pinocchio he whispered to him softly:

“ Good news, brother. The showman has sneezed,
and that is a sign that he pities you, and consequently

you are saved.”
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64 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

For you must know that whilst most men, when
they feel compassion for somebody, either weep or at
least pretend to dry their eyes, Fire-eater, on the con-
trary, whenever he was really overcome, had the
habit of sneezing.

After he had sneezed, the showman, still acting the
ruffian, shouted at Pinocchio:

“Have done crying! Your lamentations have
given me a pain in my stomach. . . . I feel a spasm,
that almost .. . Etci! etci!” and he sneezed again
twice.

“Bless you!” said Pinocchio.

“Thank you! And your papa and your mamma,
are they still alive?” asked Fire-eater.

“Papa, yes; my mamma I have never known.”

“Who can say what a sorrow it would be for your
poor old father if I was to have you thrown amongst
those burning coals! Poor old man! I compassion-
ate him! . . . Etci! etci! etci!” and he sneezed again
three times.

“Bless you! ” said Pinocchio.

“Thank you! All the same, some compassion is
due to me, for as you see I have no more wood with
which to finish roasting my mutton, and to tell you the
truth, under the circumstances you would have been
of great use to me! However, I have had pity on
you, so I must have patience. Instead of you I will
burn under the spit one of the puppets belonging to
my company. Ho there, gendarmes! ”

At this call two wooden gendarmes immediately
appeared. They were very long and very thin, and



ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 65

had on cocked hats, and held unsheathed swords in
their hands.
The showman said to them in a hoarse voice:
“Take Harlequin, bind him securely, and then



He sneezed again three times

throw him on the fire to burn. I am determined that
my mutton shall be well roasted.”

Only imagine that poor Harlequin! His terror was
so great that his legs bent under him, and he fell with
his face on the ground.

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66 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

threw himself at the showman’s feet, and bathing his
long beard with his tears he began to say in a suppli-
cating voice:

“ Have pity, Sir Fire-eater! .. .”

“Here there are no sirs,” the showman answered
severely.

“Have pity, Sir Knight! ...

“Here there are no knights!”

“ Have pity, Commander! .. .”

“Here there are no commanders! ”

“ Have pity, Excellence! . . .”

Upon hearing himself called Excellence the show-
man began to smile, and became at once kinder and
more tractable. Turning to Pinocchio, he asked:

“Well, what do you want from me?”

“YT implore you to pardon poor Harlequin.”

“For him there can be no pardon. As I have
spared you he must be put on the fire, for I am de-
termined that my mutton shall be well roasted.”

“In that case,” cried Pinocchio, proudly, rising
and throwing away his cap of bread crumb — “in
that case I know my duty. Come on, gendarmes!
Bind me and throw me amongst the flames. No, it
is not just that poor Harlequin, my true friend, should
die for me! .. .”

These words, pronounced in a loud heroic voice,
made all the puppets who were present cry. Even
the gendarmes, although they were made of wood,
wept like two newly-born lambs.

Fire-eater at first remained as hard and unmoved
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sneeze. And having sneezed four or five times, he
opened his arms affectionately, and said to Pinocchio:

“You are a good, brave boy! Come here and give
me a kiss.”

Pinocchio ran at once, and climbing like a squirrel
up the showman’s beard he deposited a hearty kiss
on the point of his nose.

“Then the pardon is granted? ” asked poor Harle-

-quin in a faint voice that was scarcely audible.

“The pardon is granted!” answered Fire-eater;
he then added, sighing and shaking his head:

“T must have patience! To-night I shall have to
resign myself to eat the mutton half raw; but another
time, woe to him who chances! .. .”

At the news of the pardon the puppets all ran to
the stage, and having lighted the lamps and chande-
liers as if for a full-dress performance, they began to
leap and to dance merrily. At dawn they were still
dancing.





XII

THE SHOWMAN, FIRE-EATER, MAKES PINOCCHIO A
PRESENT OF FIVE GOLD PIECES TO TAKE HOME
TO HIS FATHER, GEPPETTO; BUT PINOCCHIO IN-
STEAD ALLOWS HIMSELF TO BE TAKEN IN BY
THE FOX AND THE CAT, AND GOES WITH THEM

HE following day Fire-eater called Pinocchio
on one side and asked him:

“What is your father’s name?”

“ Geppetto.”

“And what trade does he follow? ”

“He is a beggar.”

“Does he gain much? ”

“Gain much? Why, he has never a penny in his
pocket. Only think, to buy a Spelling-book for me to
go to school he was obliged to sell the only coat he
had to wear — a coat that, between patches and darns,

was not fit to be seen.”
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“Poor devil! I feel almost sorry for him! Here
are five gold pieces. Go at once and take them to
him with my compliments.”

You can easily understand that Pinocchio thanked
the showman a thousand times. He embraced all the
puppets of the company one by one, even to the gen-
darmes, and, beside himself with delight, set out to
return home.

But he had not gone far when he met on the road
a Fox lame of one foot, and a Cat blind of both eyes,
who were going along helping each other like good
companions in misfortune. The Fox, who was lame,
walked leaning on the Cat, and the Cat, who was
blind, was guided by the Fox.

“Good day, Pinocchio,” said the Fox, accosting
him politely.

“ How do you come to know my name? ” asked the
puppet.

“T know your father well.

“Where did you see him? ”

“TIT saw him yesterday at the door of his
house.”

“ And what was he doing? ”

“He was in his shirt sleeeves and shivering with
cold.”

“Poor papa! But that is over; for the future he
Shall shiver no more! .. .”

66 Why? 99

“ Because I am become a gentleman.”

“ A gentleman — you! ” said the Fox, and he began
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to laugh, but to conceal it she combed her whiskers
with her forepaws.

“There is little to laugh at,” cried Pinocchio an-
grily. “I am really sorry to make your mouths
water, but if you know anything about it, you can see
that these here are five gold pieces.”

And he pulled out the money that Fire-eater had
made him a present of.

At the sympathetic ring of the money the Fox, with
an involuntary movement, stretched out the paw that
had seemed crippled, and the Cat opened wide two
eyes that looked like two green lanterns. It is true
that she shut them again, and so quickly that Pinoc-
chio observed nothing.

“And now,” asked the Fox, “what are you going
to do with all that money? ”

“First of all,” answered the puppet, “I intend to
buy a new coat for my papa, made of gold and silver,
and with diamond buttons; and then I will buy a
spelling-book for myself.”

“ For yourself? ”

“Yes indeed: for I wish to go to school to study
in earnest.”

“Look at me!” said the Fox. “Through my
foolish passion for study I have lost a leg.”

“Look at me!” said the Cat. “Through my
foolish passion for study I have lost the sight of both
my eyes.”

At that moment a white Blackbird, that was
perched on the hedge by the road, began his usual
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72 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

“Pinocchio, don’t listen to the advice of bad com-
panions: if you do you will repent it! ...”

Poor Blackbird! If only he had not spoken! The
Cat, with a great leap, sprang upon him, and without
even giving him time to say Oh! ate him in a mouth-
ful, feathers and all.

Having eaten him and cleaned her mouth she
shut her eyes again and feigned blindness as be-
fore.

“Poor Blackbird!” said Pinocchio to the Cat,
“why did you treat him so badly?”

“T did it to give him a lesson. He will learn an-
other time not to meddle in other people’s conversa-
tion.”

They had gone almost hali-way when the Fox,
halting suddenly, said to the puppet:

“ Would you like to double your money?”

“Tn what way?”

“Would you like to make out of your five miser-
able sovereigns, a hundred, a thousand, two thou-
sand?”

“T should think so! but in what way?”

“The way is easy enough. Instead of returning
home you must go with us.”

“ And where do you wish to take me? ”

“To the land of the Owls.”

Pinocchio reflected a moment, and then he said
resolutely :

“No, I will not go. I am already close to the
house, and I will return home to my papa who is



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waiting for me. Who can tell how often the poor
old man must have sighed yesterday when I did not
come back! I have indeed been a bad son, and the
Talking-cricket was right when he said: ‘Dis-
obedient boys never come to any good in the world.’
I have found it to my cost, for many misfortunes have
happened to me. Even yesterday in Fire-eater’s
house I ran the risk. . . . Oh! it makes me shudder
only to think of it!”

“Well, then,” said the Fox, “ you are quite decided
to go home? Go, then, and so much the worse for
you.”

“So much the worse for you!” repeated the
Cat.

“Think well of it, Pinocchio, for you are giving a
kick to fortune.”

“To fortune!” repeated the Cat.

“Between to-day and to-morrow your five sov-
ereigns would have become two thousand.”

“Two thousand!” repeated the Cat.

“But how is it possible that they could have be-
come so many?” asked Pinocchio, remaining with
his mouth open from astonishment.

“T will explain it to you at once,” said the Fox.
“You must know that in the land of the Owls there
is a sacred field called by everybody the Field of
Miracles. In this field you must dig a little hole and
you put into it, we will say, one gold sovereign.
You then cover up the hole with a little earth: you
must water it with two pails of water from the foun-
tain, then sprinkle it with two pinches of salt, and



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when night comes you can go quietly to bed. In the
meanwhile, during the night, the gold piece will grow
and flower, and in the morning when you get up and
return to the field, what do you find? You find a
beautiful tree laden with as many gold sovereigns
as a fine ear of corn has grains in the month of
June.”

“So that,” said Pinocchio, more and more be-
wildered, “ supposing I buried my five sovereigns in
that field, how many should I find there the following
morning? ”

“That is an exceedingly easy calculation,” replied
the Fox, “a calculation that you can make on the
ends of your fingers. Put that every sovereign gives
you an increase of five hundred: multiply five hundred
by five, and the following morning will find you with
two thousand five hundred shining gold pieces in
your pocket.”

“Oh! how delightful!” cried Pinocchio, dancing
for joy. “As soon as ever I have obtained those
sovereigns, I will keep two thousand for myself, and
the other five hundred I will make a present of to
you two.”

“A present to us?” cried the Fox with indigna-
tion and appearing much offended. “What are you
dreaming of?”

“What are you dreaming of?” repeated the Cat.

“We do not work,” said the Fox, “for dirty in-
terest: we work solely to enrich others.”

“ Others! ” repeated the Cat.

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self: and forgetting there and then his papa, the new
coat, the Spelling-book, and all his good resolutions,
he said to the Fox and the Cat:

“Let us be off at once. I will go with you.”







XIII

THE INN OF THE RED CRAW-FISH

p “HEY walked, and walked, and walked, until
at last, towards evening, they arrived dead
tired at the inn of The Red Craw-fish.

“ Let us stop here a little,” said the Fox, “that we
may have something to eat and rest ourselves for an
hour or two. We will start again at midnight, so as
to arrive at the Field of Miracles by dawn to-morrow
morning.”

Having gone into the inn they all three sat down
to table: but none of them had any appetite.

The Cat, who was suffering from indigestion and
feeling seriously indisposed, could only eat thirty-five
mullet with tomato sauce, and four portions of tripe
with Parmesan cheese; and because she thought the
tripe was not seasoned enough, she asked three times
for the butter and grated cheese!

The Fox would also willingly have picked a little,
but as his doctor had ordered him a strict diet, he was

forced to content himself simply with a hare dressed
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with a sweet and sour sauce, and garnished lightly
with fat chickens and early pullets. After the hare he
sent for a made dish of partridges, rabbits, frogs,
lizards, and other delicacies; he could not touch any-
thing else. He had such a disgust to food, he said,
that he could put nothing to his lips.

The one who ate the least was Pinocchio. He
asked for some walnuts and a hunch of bread, and
left everything on his plate. The poor boy, whose
thoughts were continually fixed on the Field of
Miracles, had got in anticipation an indigestion of
gold pieces.

When they had supped, the Fox said to the host:

“Give us two good rooms, one for Mr. Pinocchio,
and the other for me and my companion. We will
snatch a little sleep before we leave. Remember,
however, that at midnight we wish to be called to
continue our journey.”

“Yes, gentlemen,” answered the host, and he
winked at the Fox and the Cat, as much as to say:
“I know what you are up to. We understand one
another! ”

No sooner had Pinocchio got into bed than he fell
asleep at once and began to dream. And he dreamt
that he was in the middle of a field, and the field was
full of shrubs covered with clusters of gold sovereigns,
and as they swung in the wind they went zin, zin, zin,
almost as if they would say: “Let who will, come
and take us.” But when Pinocchio was at the most
interesting moment, that is, just as he was stretching
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pieces and to put them in his pocket, he was suddenly
wakened by three violent blows on the door of his

room.
It was the host who had come to tell him that mid-
night had struck.



He dreamt . .. shrubs covered with clusters of gold sovereigns

“ Are my companions ready?” asked the puppet.
“Ready! Why, they left two hours ago.”
“Why were they in such a hurry? ”

“ Because the Cat had received a message to say
that her eldest kitten was ill with chilblains on his
feet, and was in danger of death.”

“Did they pay for the supper?”

“What are you thinking of? They are much too
well educated to dream of offering such an insult to
a gentleman like you.”



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“What a pity! It is an insult that would have
given me so much pleasure! ” said Pinocchio, scratch-
ing his head. He then asked:

“And where did my good friends say they would
wait for me?”

“At the Field of Miracles, to-morrow morning at
daybreak.”

Pinocchio paid a sovereign for his supper and that
of his companions, and then left.

Outside the inn it was so pitch dark that he had
almost to grope his way, for it was impossible to see
a hand’s breadth in front of him. In the adjacent
country notaleaf moved. Only some night-birds fly-
ing across the road from one hedge to the other
brushed Pinocchio’s nose with their wings as they
passed, which caused him so much terror that, spring-
ing back, he shouted: ‘“ Who goes there?” and the
echo in the surrounding hills repeated in the distance:
“Who goes there? Who goes there? Who goes
there? ”

As he was walking along he saw a little insect shin-
ing dimly on the trunk of a tree, like a night-light in
a lamp of transparent china.

“Who are you?” asked Pinocchio.

“T am the ghost of the Talking-cricket,” answered
the insect in a low voice, so weak and faint that it
seemed to come from the other world.

“What do you want with me?” said the pup-
pet.

“T want to give you some advice. Go back, and
take the four sovereigns that you have left to your



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poor father, who is weeping and in despair because
you have never returned to him.”

“By to-morrow my papa will be a gentleman, for
these four sovereigns will have become two thou-
sand.”

“Don’t trust, my boy, to those who promise to
make you richinaday. Usually they are either mad
orrogues! Give ear to me, and go back.”

‘On the contrary, I am determined to go on.”

“ The hour is late! . . .”

“T am determined to go on.”

“The night is dark! .. .”

“TI am determined to go on.”

“The road is dangerous! ...

“T am determined to go on.”

“Remember that boys who are bent on following
their caprices, and will have their own way, sooner or
later repent it.”

“ Always the same stories. Good-night, Cricket.”

“ Good-night, Pinocchio, and may Heaven preserve
you from dangers and from assassins.”

No sooner had he said these words than the Talk-
ing-cricket vanished suddenly like a light that has
been blown out, and the road became darker than.
ever.

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XIV

PINOCCHIO, BECAUSE HE WOULD NOT HEED THE
GOOD COUNSELS OF THE TALKING-CRICKET,
FALLS AMONGST ASSASSINS

66 EALLY,” said the puppet to himself as he
resumed his journey, “how unfortunate

we poor boys are. Everybody scolds us,
everybody admonishes us, everybody gives us good
advice. To let them talk, they would all take it into
their heads to be our fathers and our masters — all:
even the Talking-cricket. See now; because I don’t
choose to listen to that tiresome Cricket, who knows,
according to him, how many misfortunes are to hap-
pen to me! I am even to meet with assassins!
That is, however, of little consequence, for I don’t
believe in assassins — I have never believed in them.
For me, I think that assassins have been invented pur-
posely by papas to frighten boys who want to go out
at night. Besides, supposing I was to come across
them here in the road, do you imagine they would
frighten me? not the least in the world. I should
go to meet them and cry: ‘Gentlemen assassins,
what do you want with me? Remember that with

me there is no joking. Therefore go about your busi-
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ness and be quiet!’ At this speech, said in a deter-
mined tone, those poor assassins —I think I see
them — would run away like the wind. If, however,
they were so badly educated as not to run away, why,
then, I would run away myself, and there would be
an end of it... .”

But Pinocchio had not time to finish his reasoning,
for at that moment he thought that he heard a slight
rustle of leaves behind him.

He turned to look, and saw in the gloom two evil-
looking black figures completely enveloped in char-
coal sacks. They were running after him on tiptoe,
and making great leaps like two phantoms.

“ Here they are in reality!” he said to himself, and
not knowing where to hide his gold pieces he put
them in his mouth precisely under his tongue.

Then he tried to escape. But he had not gone a
step when he felt himself seized by the arm, and
heard two horrid sepulchral voices saying to him:

“Your money or your life!”

Pinocchio, not being able to answer in words, ow-
ing to the money that was in his mouth, made a
thousand low bows and a thousand pantomimes. He
tried thus to make the two muffled figures, whose
eyes were only visible through the holes in their sacks,
understand that he was a poor puppet, and that he
had not as much as a false farthing in his pocket.

“Come now! Less nonsense and out with the
money!” cried the two brigands threateningly.

And the puppet made a gesture with his hands te
signify: “I have got none.”



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“Deliver up your money or you are dead,” said
the tallest of the brigands.

“ Dead!” repeated the other.

“And after we have killed you, we will also kill
your father.”

“ Also your father!”

“No, no, no, not my poor papa!” cried Pinocchio



The puppet made a gesture with his hands to signify:
“T have got none”

in a despairing tone; and as he said it, the sovereigns
clinked in his mouth.

“Ah! you rascal! Then you have hidden your
money under your tongue! Spit it out at once!”

But Pinocchio was obdurate.

“Ah! you pretend to be deaf, do you? Wait a
moment, leave it to us to find a means to make you
spit it out.”

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his nose, and the other took him by the chin, and
began to pull them brutally, the one up and the other
down, to constrain him to open his mouth. But it
was all to no purpose. Pinocchio’s mouth seemed to
be nailed and riveted together.

Then the shorter assassin drew out an ugly knife
and tried to force it between his lips like a lever or
chisel. But Pinocchio, as quick as lightning, caught
his hand with his teeth, and with one bite bit it clean
off and spat it out. Imagine his astonishment when
instead of a hand he perceived that he had spat a cat’s
paw on the ground.

Encouraged by this first victory he used his nails
to such purpose that he succeeded in liberating him-
self from his assailants, and jumping the hedge by the
roadside he began to fly across country. The assas-
sins ran after him like two dogs chasing a hare: and
the one who had lost a paw ran on one leg, and no
one ever knew how he managed it.

After a race of some miles Pinocchio could do no
more. Giving himself up for lost he climbed the
stem of a very high pinetree and seated himself in
the topmost branches. The assassins attempted to
climb after him, but when they had reached half-
way up the stem they slid down again, and arrived on
the ground with the skin grazed from their hands and
knees.

But they were not to be beaten by so little: col-
lecting a quantity of dry wood they piled it beneath
the pine and set fire to it. In less time than it takes
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86 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

candle blown by the wind. Pinocchio, seeing that
the flames were mounting higher every instant, and
not wishing to end his life like a roasted pigeon, made
a stupendous leap from the top of the tree and started
afresh across the fields and vineyards. The assassins
followed him, and kept behind him without once giv-
ing in.

The day began to break and they were still pursu-
ing him. Suddenly Pinocchio found his way barred
by a wide deep ditch full of dirty water the color of
coffee. What was he to do? “One! two! three!”
cried the puppet, and making a rush he sprang to the
other side. The assassins also jumped, but not hav-
ing measured the distance properly — splash, splash!
... they fell into the very middle of the ditch.
Pinocchio, who heard the plunge and the splashing
of the water, shouted out, laughing, and without
stopping:

“A fine bath to you, gentleman assassins.”

And he felt convinced that they were drowned,
when, turning to look, he perceived that on the con-
trary they were both running after him, still envel-
oped in their sacks, with the water dripping from them
as if they had been two hollow baskets.



XV

THE ASSASSINS PURSUE PINOCCHIO; AND HAVING
OVERTAKEN HIM HANG HIM TO A BRANCH OF
THE BIG OAK

T this sight the puppet’s courage failed him,
and he was on the point of throwing himself

on the ground and giving himself over for
lost. Turning, however, his eyes in every direction,
he saw at some distance, standing out amidst the
dark green of the trees, a small house as white as
snow.

“Tf I had only breath to reach that house,” he said
to himself, “ perhaps I should be saved.”

And without delaying an instant, he recommenced
running for his life through the wood, and the assas-
sins after him.

At last, after a desperate race of nearly two hours,
he arrived quite breathless at the door of the house,
and knocked.

No one answered.

He knocked again with great violence, for he heard
the sound of steps approaching him, and the heavy
panting of his persecutors. The same silence.

Seeing that knocking was useless, he began in des-
peration to kick and pommel the door with all his
might. The window then opened and a beautiful
Child appeared at it. She had blue hair and a face as

white as a waxen image; her eyes were closed and
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her hands were crossed on her breast. Without mov-
ing her lips in the least, she said in a voice that seemed
to come from the other world:

“In this house there is no one. They are all
dead.”

“Then at least open the door for me yourself,”
shouted Pinocchio, crying and imploring.



ven
Nua?



“Tf I could only reach that house,” he said.

“T am dead also.”

“ Dead? then what are you doing there at the win-
dow?”

“T am waiting for the bier to come to carry me
away.”

Having said this, she immediately disappeared, and
the window was closed again without the slightest
noise.



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* Oh! beautiful Child with blue hair,” cried Pinoc-
chio, “‘ open the door for pity’s sake! Have compas-
sion on a poor boy pursued by assas .. .”

But he could not finish the word, for he felt him-
self seized by the collar, and the same two horrible
voices said to him threateningly:

“You shall not escape from us again!”

The puppet, seeing death staring him in the face,
was taken with such a violent fit of trembling that
the joints of his wooden legs began to creak, and the
sovereigns hidden under his tongue to clink.

“Now then,” demanded the assassins, “ will you
Open your mouth, yes or no? Ah! no answer?...
Leave it to us: this time we will force you to open
Ie eine

And drawing out two long horrid knives as sharp
as razors, clash... they attempted to stab him
twice.

But the puppet, luckily for him, was made of very
hard wood; the knives therefore broke into a thou-
sand pieces, and the assassins were left with the
handles in their hands staring at each other.

“T see what we must do,” said one of them. “ He
must be hung! let us hang him! ”

“Let us hang him!” repeated the other.

Without loss of time they tied his arms behind
him, passed a running noose round his throat, and
then hung him to the branch of a tree called the Big
Oak.

They then sat down on the grass and waited for his
last struggle. But at the end of three hours the pup-



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pet’s eyes were still open, his mouth closed, and he
was kicking more than ever.

Losing patience they turned to Pinocchio and said
in a bantering tone:

“ Good-by till to-morrow. Let us hope that when
we return you will be polite enough to allow yourself,
to be found quite dead, and with your mouth wide
open.”

And they walked off.

In the meantime a tempestuous northerly wind be-
gan to blow and roar angrily, and it beat the poor
puppet as he hung from side to side, making him
swing violently like the clatter of a bell ringing for a
wedding. And the swinging give him atrocious
spasms, and the running noose, becoming still tighter
round his throat, took away his breath.

Little by little his eyes began to grow dim, but
although he felt that death was near he still continued
to hope that some charitable person would come to
his assistance before it was too late. But when, after
waiting and waiting, he found that no one came, ab-
solutely no one, then he remembered his poor father,
and thinking he was dying . . . he stammered out:

“Oh, papa! papa! if only you were here!”

His breath failed him and he could say no more.
He shut his eyes, opened his mouth, stretched his
legs, gave a long shudder, and hung stiff and in-
sensible.





XVI

THE BEAUTIFUL CHILD WITH BLUE HAIR HAS THE
PUPPET TAKEN DOWN: HAS HIM PUT TO BED
AND CALLS IN THREE DOCTORS TO KNOW IF HE
IS ALIVE OR DEAD

HILST poor Pinocchio, suspended to a

WV branch of the Big Oak, was apparently

more dead than alive, the beautiful Child
with blue hair came again to the window. When
she saw the unhappy puppet hanging by his throat,
and dancing up and down in the gusts of the north
wind, she was moved by compassion. Striking her
hands together she made three little claps.

At this signal there came a sound of the sweep of
wings flying rapidly, and a large Falcon flew on to
the window-sill.

“What are your orders, gracious Fairy?” he
asked, inclining his beak in sign of reverence — for I
must tell you that the Child with blue hair was no
more and no less than a beautiful Fairy, who for more
than a thousand years had lived in the wood.

“Do you see that puppet dangling from a branch
of the Big Oak?”

“T see him.”
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“Very well. Fly there at once: with your strong
beak break the knot that keeps him suspended in the
air, and lay him gently on the grass at the foot of the
tree.”

The Falcon flew away, and after two minutes he
returned, saying:

“T have done as you commanded.”

“ And how did you find him? ”

“To see him he appeared dead, but he cannot
really be quite dead, for I had no sooner loosened
the running noose that tightened his throat than, giv-
ing a sigh, he muttered in a faint voice: “Now I
feel better! .. .”

The Fairy then striking her hands together made
two little claps, and a magnificent Poodle appeared
walking upright on his hind-legs exactly as if he had
been a man.

He was in the full-dress livery of a coachman. On
his head he had a three-cornered cap braided with
gold, his curly white wig came down on to his shoul-
ders, he had a chocolate-colored waistcoat with dia-
mond buttons, and two large pockets to contain the
bones that his mistress gave him at dinner. He had
besides a pair of short crimson velvet breeches, silk
stockings, cut-down shoes, and hanging behind him a
species of umbrella-case made of blue satin, to put his
tail into when the weather was rainy.

“Be quick, Medoro, like a good dog!” said the
Fairy to the Poodle. ‘“ Have the most beautiful car-
riage in my coach-house put to, and take the road to
the wood. When you come to the Big Oak you will



94 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

find a poor puppet stretched on the grass half dead.
Pick him up gently, and lay him flat on the cushions
of the carriage and bring him here tome. Have you
understood? ”

The Poodle, to show that he had understood, shook
the case of blue satin that he had on three or four
times, and ran off like a racehorse.

Shortly afterwards a beautiful little carriage came
‘out of the coach-house. The cushions were stuffed
with canary feathers, and it was lined in the inside
with whipped cream, custard, and Savoy biscuits.
The little carriage was drawn by a hundred pairs of
white mice, and the Poodle, seated on the coach-box,
cracked his whip from side to side like a driver when
he is afraid that he is behind time.

A quarter of an hour had not passed when the car-
riage returned. The Fairy, who was waiting at the
door of the house, took the poor puppet in her arms,
and carried him into a little room that was wains-
coted with mother-of-pearl, and sent at once to
summon the most famous doctors in the neighbor-
hood.

The doctors came immediately one after the other:
namely a Crow, an Owl, and a Talking-cricket.

“TI wish to know from you gentlemen,” said the
Fairy, turning to the three doctors who were as-
sembled round Pinocchio’s bed —“‘I wish to know
from you gentlemen, if this unfortunate puppet is
alive or dead! .. .”

At this request the Crow, advancing first, felt Pinoc-
chio’s pulse; he then felt his nose, and then the little



ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 95

toe of his foot: and having done this carefully, he pro-
nounced solemnly the following words:

“To my belief the puppet is already quite dead;
but if unfortunately he should not be dead, then it
would be a sign that he is still alive!”

“T regret,” said the Owl, “to be obliged to con-
tradict the Crow, my illustrious friend and colleague;
but in my opinion the puppet is still alive: but if un-
fortunately he should not be alive, then it would be a
sign that he is dead indeed!”

“ And you — have you nothing to say? ” asked the
Fairy of the Talking-cricket.

“In my opinion the wisest thing a prudent doctor
can do, when he does not know what he is talking
about, is to be silent. For the rest, that puppet there
has a face that is not new to me. I have known him
for some time! .. .”

Pinocchio, who up to that moment had lain im-
movable, like a real piece of wood, was seized with a
fit of convulsive trembling that shook the whole bed.

“That puppet there,’ continued the Talking-
cricket, “is a confirmed rogue. . . .”

Pinocchio opened his eyes, but shut them again
immediately.

“He is a ragamuffin, a do-nothing, a vaga-
bord. 33.27

Pinocchio hid his face beneath the clothes.

“That puppet there is a disobedient son who will
make his poor father die of a broken heart! .. .”

At that instant a suffocated sound of sobs and cry-
ing was heard in the room. Imagine everybody’s



96 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

astonishment when, having raised the sheets a little, it
was discovered that the sounds came from Pinocchio.
“When the dead person cries, it is a sign that he
is on the road to get well,” said the Crow solemnly.
“T grieve to contradict my illustrious friend and
colleague,” added the Owl; “ but for me, when the
dead person cries, it is a sign that he is sorry to die.”









XVII

PINOCCHIO EATS THE SUGAR, BUT WILL NOT TAKE
HIS MEDICINE: WHEN, HOWEVER, HE SEES THE
GRAVE-DIGGERS, WHO HAVE ARRIVED TO CARRY
HIM AWAY, HE TAKES IT. HE THEN TELLS A
LIE, AND AS A PUNISHMENT HIS NOSE GROWS
LONGER

S soon as the three doctors had left the room
A the Fairy approached Pinocchio, and having
touched his forehead she perceived that he
was in a high fever that was not to be trifled with.
She therefore dissolved a certain white powder in
half a tumbler of water, and offering it to the puppet
she said to him lovingly:
“ Drink it, and in a few days you will be cured.”
Pinocchio looked at the tumbler, made a wry face,
and then asked in a plaintive voice:
“Is it sweet or bitter? ”
“Tt is bitter, but it will do you good.”
“Tf it is bitter, I will not take it.”
“ Listen to me: drink it.”
“T don’t like anything bitter.”
“ Drink it, and when you have drunk it I will give
you a lump of sugar to take away the taste.”

“ Where is the lump of sugar? ”
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NEWBERY CLASSICS

Dedicated to the memory of John Newbery
Printer for Children se 1713 to 1767

C. COLLODI

Translated from the Italian by

M. A. MURRAY

Illustrated by
CHARLES FOLKARD

DAVID McKAY COMPANY

604°608 South Washington Square. Philadelphia


Printed in the United States of America
CONTENTS

I
How it came to pass that Master Cherry the carpen-
ter found a piece of wood that laughed and cried
like a child Se oe as 2 we
II

Master Cherry makes a present of the piece of wood
to his friend Geppetto, who takes it to make for
himself a wonderful puppet .

III

Geppetto having returned home begins at once to

make a puppet, which he names Pinocchio .
IV

The story of Pinocchio and the Talking-cricket, from
which we see that naughty boys cannot endure
to be corrected by those who know more than
they do .

V
Pinocchio is hungry and searches for an egg to make
himself an omelet; but just at the most interest-
ing moment the omelet flies out of the window

VI
Pinocchio falls asleep with his feet on the brazier,
and wakes in the morning to find them burnt off

VII

Geppetto returns home, makes the puppet new feet,
and gives him the breakfast that the poor man
‘had brought for himself <1% « - s

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VIII
Geppetto makes Pinocchio new feet, and sells his
own coat to buy him a Spelling- -book .
IX
Pinocchio sells his Spelling-book that he — go and
see a puppet-show
x
The puppets recognize their brother Pinocchio, and
receive him with delight i “ea 8
XI
Fire-eater sneezes and pardons Pinocchio, who then
saves the life of his friend Harlequin . :
XII

The showman, Fire-eater, makes Pinocchio a present
of five gold pieces to take home to his father,

Geppetto
XIII
The inn of The Red Craw-fish .
XIV

Pinocchio, because he would not heed the good coun-
sels of the Talking-cricket, falls amongst assas-
sins . Be ee ee

XV

The assassins pursue Pinocchio; and having over-

taken him hang him to a branch of the Big Oak
XVI

The beautiful Child with blue hair has the puppet
taken down: has him put to bed and calls in
three doctors to know if he is alive or dead .

XVII

Pinocchio eats the sugar, but will not take his medi-
cine: when, however, he sees the grave-diggers,
who have arrived to carry him away, he takes it

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XVIII
Pinocchio meets again the Fox and the Cat, and goes
with them to bury his money in the Field of
miracles . . . 2. 2...
XIX
Pinocchio is robbed of his money, and as a punish-
ment he is sent to prison for four months . .
XX
Liberated from prison, he starts to return to the
Fairy’s house; but on the road he meets with a
horrible serpent . ><
XXI
Pinocchio is taken by a peasant, who obliges him to
fill the place of his watch-dog in the poultry-yard
XXII
Pinocchio discovers the robbers, and as a reward for
his fidelity is set at liberty . oe
XXIII
Pinocchio mourns the death of the beautiful Child
with the blue hair. He then meets with a
pigeon who flies with him to the seashore .
XXIV
Pinocchio arrives at the island of the “Industrious
Bees,” and finds the Fairy again . .
XXV
Pinocchio promises the Fairy to be good and studi-
ous, for he is quite sick of being a puppet and
wishes to become an exemplary boy. . .
XXVI
Pinocchio accompanies his schoolfellows to the sea-
shore to see the terrible Dog-fish .
XXVII
Great fight between Pinocchio and his companions.
One of them is wounded, and Pinocchio is ar-
rested by the gendarmes .

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XXVIII
Pinocchio is in danger of being fried in a frying-pan
like a fish . ao eS eS
XXIX

He returns to the Fairy’s house. She promises him
that the following day he shall cease to be a
puppet and shall become a boy a

XXX

Pinocchio, instead of becoming a boy, starts secretly
with his friend Candlewick for the “Land of
Boobies” ie

XXXI

After five months’ residence in the land of Cocagne,
Pinocchio, to his great astonishment, grows a
beautiful pair of donkey’s ears . :

XXXII

Pinocchio gets donkey’s ears; and then he becomes a
real little donkey and begins to bray

XXXITI

Pinocchio, having become a genuine little donkey, is
taken to be sold, and is bought by the director of
a company of buffoons to be taught to dance,
and to jump through hoops sz

XXXIV
Pinocchio, having been thrown into the sea, is eaten
by the fish and becomes a Puppet : as he was be-
fore . 3G os
XXXV
Pinocchio finds in the body of the Dog-fish .
whom does he find? Read this ane and you
will know . 4
XXXVI

Pinocchio at last ceases to be a puppet and becomes
a boy et & 1 2 4. &

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LIST OF COLORED ILLUSTRATIONS

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Watering Him From Head To Foot . Frontispiece

The Doctors Came a — An Owl,
And A Talking-Cricket . . -. 98

The Pigeon Soared So High That They Almost
Touched The Clouds . . . 146

The Donkey Threw The Poor Puppet Into The
Middle Of The Road . . . 210


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This time Master Cherry was petrified

THE ADVENTURES OF
PINOCCHIO

I

HOW IT CAME TO PASS THAT MASTER CHERRY THE
CARPENTER FOUND A PIECE OF WOOD THAT
LAUGHED AND CRIED LIKE A CHILD

HERE was once upon a time...

i “A king!” my little readers will instantly
exclaim.

No, children, you are wrong. There was once

upon a time a piece of wood.
11
12 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

This wood was not valuable: it was only a common
log like those that are burnt in winter in the stoves
and fireplaces to make a cheerful blaze and warm
the rooms.

I cannot say how it came about, but the fact is,
that one fine day this piece of wood was lying in the
shop of an old carpenter of the name of Master An-
tonio. He was, however, called by everybody Master
Cherry, on account of the end of his nose, which was
always as red and polished as a ripe cherry.

No sooner had Master Cherry set eyes on the piece
of wood than his face beamed with delight; and, rub-
bing his hands together with satisfaction, he said
softly to himself:

“This wood has come at the right moment; it will
just do to make the leg of a little table.”

Having said this, he immediately took a sharp ax
with which to remove the bark and the rough surface.
Just, however, as he was going to give the first stroke
he remained with his arm suspended in the air, for he
heard a very small voice saying imploringly, “Do
not strike me so hard!”

Picture to yourselves the astonishment of good old
Master Cherry!

He turned his terrified eyes all round the room to
try and discover where the little voice could possibly
have come from, but he saw nobody! He looked
under the bench — nobody; he looked into a cupboard
that was always shut — nobody; he looked into a bas-
ket of shavings and sawdust —nobody; he even
opened the door of the shop and gave a glance into
ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 13

the street — and still nobody. Who, then, could it
be?

“TI see how it is,” he said, laughing and scratching
his wig; “ evidently that little voice was all my imag-
ination. Let us set to work again.”

And taking up the ax he struck a tremendous blow
on the piece of wood.

“Oh! oh! you have hurt me!” cried the same little
voice dolefully.

This time Master Cherry was petrified. His eyes
started out of his head with fright, his mouth re-
mained open, and his tongue hung out almost to the
end of his chin, like a mask on a fountain. As soon
as he had recovered the use of his speech, he began
to say, stuttering and trembling with fear:

“But where on earth can that little voice have
come from that said ‘Oh! oh!’? . . . Here there is
certainly not a living soul. Is it possible that this
piece of wood can have learnt to cry and to lament
like a child? I cannot believe it. This piece of
wood, here it is; a log for fuel like all the others, and
thrown on the fire it would about suffice to boil a
saucepan of beans. ... How then? Can any one be
hidden inside it? If any one is hidden inside, so much
the worse for him. I will settle him at once.”

So saying, he seized the poor piece of wood and
commenced beating it without mercy against the walls
of the room.

Then he stopped to listen if he could hear any little
voice lamenting. He waited two minutes — nothing;
five minutes — nothing; ten minutes — still nothing!
14 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

“T see how it is,” he then said, forcing himself to
laugh and pushing up his wig; “evidently the little
voice that said ‘Oh! Oh!’ was all my imagination!
Let us set to work again.”

But as all the same he was in a great fright, he tried
to sing to give himself a little courage.

Putting the ax aside, he took his plane, to plane and
polish the bit of wood; but whilst he was running it
up and down he heard the same little voice say, laugh-
ing:

“ Have done! you are tickling me all over!”

This time poor Master Cherry fell down as if he
had been struck by lightning. When he at last
opened his eyes he found himself seated on the floor.

His face was quite changed, even the end of his
nose, instead of being crimson, as it was nearly al-
ways, had become blue from fright.
LAY



It

MASTER CHERRY MAKES A PRESENT OF THE PIECE
OF WOOD TO HIS FRIEND GEPPETTO, WHO
TAKES IT TO MAKE FOR HIMSELF A WONDERFUL
PUPPET, THAT SHALL KNOW HOW TO DANCE,
AND TO FENCE, AND TO LEAP LIKE AN ACROBAT

T that moment some one knocked at the door.
A “ Come in,” said the carpenter, without hav-
ing the strength to rise to his feet.

A lively little old man immediately walked into the
shop. His name was Geppetto, but when the boys
of the neighborhood wished to put him in a passion
they called him by the nickname of Polendina,' be-
cause his yellow wig greatly resembled a pudding
made of Indian corn.

Geppetto was very fiery. Woe to him who called
him Polendina! He became furious, and there was
no holding him.

“Good day, Master Antonio,” said Geppetto;
“what are you doing there on the floor? ”

1Polendina. In Italian, pudding of Indian corn.
15
1 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

“T am teaching the alphabet to the ants.”

“Much good may that do you.”

“What has brought you to me, neighbor Gep-
petto? ”

“My legs. But to say the truth, Master Antonio,
Iam come to ask a favor of you.”

“Here I am, ready to serve you,” replied the car-
penter, getting onto his knees.

“This morning an idea came into my head.”

“ Let us hear it.”

“T thought I would make a beautiful wooden pup-
pet; but a wonderful puppet that should know how to
dance, to fence, and to leap like an acrobat. With
this puppet I would travel about the world to earn a
piece of bread and a glass of wine. What do you
think of it?”

“Bravo, Polendina!” exclaimed the same little
voice, and it was impossible to say where it came
from.

Hearing himself called Polendina, Geppetto became
as red as a turkey-cock from rage, and turning to the
carpenter he said in a fury:

“Why do you insult me?”

“Who insults you?”

“You called me Polendina! .. .”

“Tt was not I!”

“Would you have it, then, that it was I? It was
you, I say!”

66 No! 99

6c Yes! 9

6c No! 2?
ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 17

ee Yes! ”

And becoming more and more angry, from words
they came to blows, and flying at each other they bit,
and fought, and scratched manfully.

When the fight was over Master Antonio was in
possession of Geppetto’s yellow wig, and Geppetto



When the fight was over

discovered that the gray wig belonging to the car-
penter had remained between his teeth.

“ Give me back my wig,” screamed Master Antonio.

“And you, return me mine, and let us make
friends.”

The two old men, having each recovered his own
wig, shook hands, and swore that they would remain
friends to the end of their lives.

“Well then, neighbor Geppetto,” said the carpen-
13 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

ter, to prove that peace was made, “ what is the favor
that you wish of me? ”

“T want a little wood to make my puppet; will you
give me some?”

Master Antonio was delighted, and he immediately
went to the bench and fetched the piece of wood that
had caused him so much fear. But just as he was
going to give it to his friend the piece of wood gave a
shake, and wriggling violently out of his hands struck
with all its force against the dried-up shins of poor
Geppetto.

“ Ah! is that the courteous way in which you make
your presents, Master Antonio? You have almost
lamed me! .. .”

“T swear to you that it was not I!.. .”

“Then you would have it thatit was I? ...

“The wood is entirely to blame! .. .”

“T know that it was the wood; but it was you that
hit my legs with it! .. .”

“T did not hit you with it! .. .”

“ Liar!”

“Geppetto, don’t insult me or I will call you Po-
lendina! .. .”

ce Ass! 39

“ Polendina! ”

“Donkey!”

“ Polendina! ”

“Baboon!”

“ Polendina! ”

On hearing himself called Polendina for the third

39
ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 19

time Geppetto, blind with rage, fell upon the carpen-
ter and they fought desperately.

When the battle was over, Master Antonio had two
more scratches on his nose, and his adversary had two
buttons too little on his waistcoat. Their accounts
being thus squared, they shook hands, and swore to
remain good friends for the rest of their lives.

Geppetto carried off his fine piece of wood and,
thanking Master Antonio, returned limping to his
house.





ITI

GEPPETTO HAVING RETURNED HOME BEGINS AT
ONCE TO MAKE A PUPPET, TO WHICH HE GIVES
THE NAME OF PINOCCHIO. THE FIRST TRICKS
PLAYED BY THE PUPPET

that was only lighted from the staircase.
The furniture could not have been simpler,—
a bad chair, a poor bed, and a broken-down table.
At the end of the room there was a fireplace with a
lighted fire; but the fire was painted, and by the fire
was a painted saucepan that was boiling cheerfully,
and sending out a cloud of smoke that looked exactly
like real smoke.
As soon as he reached home Geppetto took his
tools and set to work to cut out and model his puppet.
“ What name shall I give him? ” he said to himself;
“T think I will call him Pinocchio. It is a name that
will bring him luck. I once knew a whole family so
called. There was Pinocchio the father, Pinocchia
the mother, and Pinocchi the children, and all of them
did well. The richest of them was a beggar.”
Having found a name for his puppet he began to
work in good earnest, and he first made his hair, then

his forehead, and then his eyes.
21

(; EPPETTO lived in a small ground-floor room
22 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

The eyes being finished, imagine his astonishment
when he perceived that they moved and looked fixedly
at him.

Geppetto, seeing himself stared at by those two
wooden eyes, took it almost in bad part, and said in
an angry voice:

“Wicked wooden eyes, why do you look at
me?”

No one answered.

He then proceeded to carve the nose; but no sooner
had he made it than it began to grow. And it grew,
and grew, and grew, until in a few minutes it had be-
come an immense nose that seemed as if it would
never end.

Poor Geppetto tired himself out with cutting it off;
but the more he cut and shortened it, the longer did
that impertinent nose become!

The mouth was not even completed when it began
to laugh and deride him.

“Stop laughing!” said Geppetto, provoked; but
he might as well have spoken to the wall.

“ Stop laughing, I say! ” he roared in a threatening
tone.

The mouth then ceased laughing, but put out its
tongue as far as it would go.

Geppetto, not to spoil his handiwork, pretended not
to see, and continued his labors. After the mouth he
fashioned the chin, then the throat, then the shoul-
ders, the stomach, the arms and the hands.

The hands were scarcely finished when Geppetto
felt his wig snatched from his head. He turned
ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 23

round, and what did he see? He saw his yellow wig

in the puppet’s hand.
“Pinocchio! ... Give me back my wig in-
stantly!”

But Pinocchio, instead of returning it, put it on his
own head, and was in consequence nearly smothered.

Geppetto at this insolent and derisive behavior felt
sadder and more melancholy than he had ever been
in his life before; and turning to Pinocchio he said to
him:

“You young rascal! You are not yet completed,
and you are already beginning to show want of respect
to your father! That is bad, my boy, very bad!”

And he dried a tear.

The legs and the feet remained to be done.

When Geppetto had finished the feet he received a
kick on the point of his nose.

“T deserve it! ” he said to himself; “I should have
thought of it sooner! Now it is too late!”

He then took the puppet under the arms and placed
him on the floor to teach him to walk.

Pinocchio’s legs were stiff and he could not move,
but Geppetto led him by the hand and showed him
how to put one foot before the other.

When his legs became flexible Pinocchio began to
walk by himself and to run about the room; until,
having gone out of the house door, he jumped into
the street and escaped.

Poor Geppetto rushed after him but was not able
to overtake him, for that rascal Pinocchio leapt in
front of him like a hare, and knocking his wooden
24 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

feet together against the pavement made as much
clatter as twenty pairs of peasants’ clogs.

“Stop him! stop him!” shouted Geppetto; but the
people in the street, seeing a wooden puppet running
like a racehorse, stood still in astonishment to look at
it, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed, until it
beats description.



Geppetto rushed after him

At last, as good luck would have it, a carabineer
arrived who, hearing the uproar, imagined that a colt
had escaped from his master. Planting himself cour-
ageously with his legs apart in the middle of the road,
he waited with the determined purpose of stopping
him, and thus preventing the chance of worse dis-
asters.

When Pinocchio, still at some distance, saw the car-
abineer barricading the whole street, he endeavored to
take him by surprise and to pass between his legs.
But he failed signally.
ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 25

The carabineer without disturbing himself in the
least caught him cleverly by the nose —it was an
immense nose of ridiculous proportions that seemed
made on purpose to be laid hold of by carabineers —
and consigned him to Geppetto. Wishing to punish
him, Geppetto intended to pull his ears at once. But
imagine his feelings when he could not succeed in
finding them. And do you know the reason? It was
that, in his hurry to model him, he had forgotten to
make them.

He then took him by the collar, and as he was lead-
ing him away he said to him, shaking his head threat-
eningly:

“We will go home at once, and as soon as we arrive
we will regulate our accounts, never doubt it.”

At this announcement Pinocchio threw himself on
the ground and would not take another step. In the
meanwhile a crowd of idlers and inquisitive people
began to assemble and to make a ring round them.

Some of them said one thing, some another.

“Poor puppet!” said several, “he is right not to
wish to return home! Who knows how Geppetto,
that bad old man, will beat him! .. .”

And the others added maliciously:

“ Geppetto seems a good man! but with boys he is
a regular tyrant! If that poor puppet is left in his
hands he is quite capable of tearing him in pieces! ...”

It ended in so much being said and done that the
carabineer at last set Pinocchio at liberty and con-
ducted Geppetto to prison. The poor man, not being
ready with words to defend himself, cried like a calf,
26 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

and as he was being led away to prison sobbed out:
“Wretched boy! And to think how I have labored
to make him a well-conducted puppet! But it serves
me right! I should have thought of it sooner! .. .”
What happened afterwards is a story that really is
past all belief, but I will relate it to ie in the follow-
ing chapters.


IV

THE STORY OF PINOCCHIO AND THE TALKING-
CRICKET, FROM WHICH WE SEE THAT NAUGHTY
BOYS CANNOT ENDURE TO BE CORRECTED BY
THOSE WHO KNOW MORE THAN THEY DO

ELL then, children, I must tell you that

\ \ whilst poor Geppetto was being taken to

prison for no fault of his, that imp Pinoc-
chio, finding himself free from the clutches of the cara-
bineer, ran off as fast as his legs could carry him.
That he might reach home the quicker he rushed
across the fields, and in his mad hurry he jumped high
banks, thorn hedges, and ditches full of water, exactly
as a kid or a leveret would have done if pursued by
hunters,

Having arrived at the house he found the street
door ajar. He pushed it open, went in, and having
secured the latch threw himself seated on the ground
and gave a great sigh of satisfaction.

But his satisfaction did not last long, for he heard
some one in the room who was saying:

“ Cri-cri-cri! ”

“Who calls me? ” said Pinocchio in a fright.

Itis 1h”

Pinocchio turned round and saw a big cricket crawl-

ing slowly up the wall.
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28 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

“Tell me, Cricket, who may you be?”

“T am the Talking-cricket, and I have lived in this
room a hundred years and more.”

“Now, however, this room is mine,” said the pup-
pet, “and if you would do me a pleasure go away at
once, without even turning round.”

“T will not go,” answered the Cricket, “until I
have told you a great truth.”

“Tell it me, then, and be quick about it.”

“Woe to those boys who rebel against their pa-
rents, and run away capriciously from home. They
will never come to any good in the world, and sooner
or later they will repent bitterly.”

“Sing away, Cricket, as you please, and as long as
you please. For me, I have made up my mind to run
away to-morrow at daybreak, because if I remain I
shall not escape the fate of all other boys; I shall be
sent to school and shall be made to study either by
love or by force. To tell you in confidence, I have no
wish to learn; it is much more amusing to run after
butterflies, or to climb trees and to take the young
birds out of their nests.”

“Poor little goose! But do you not know that in
that way you will grow up a perfect donkey, and that
every one will make game of you?”

“Hold your tongue, you wicked ill-omened
croaker! ” shouted Pinocchio.

But the Cricket, who was patient and philosophical,
instead of becoming angry at this impertinence, con-
tinued in the same tone:

“But if you do not wish to go to school why not
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at least learn a trade, if only to enable you to earn
honestly a piece of bread!”

“Do you want me to tell you?” replied Pinocchio,
who was beginning to lose patience. “ Amongst all



Snatched upa wooden hammer

the trades in the world there is only one that really
takes my fancy.”

“And that trade — what is it?”

“It is to eat, drink, sleep, and amuse myself, and
to lead a vagabond life from morning to night.”

“As a rule,” said the Talking-cricket with the same
30 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

composure, “all those who follow that trade end al-
most always either in a hospital or in prison.”

“Take care, you wicked ill-omened croaker!...
Woe to you if I fly into a passion! .. .”

“Poor Pinocchio! I really pity you! ...

“Why do you pity me? ”

“ Because you are a puppet and, what is worse, be-
cause you have a wooden head.”

At these last words Pinocchio jumped up in a rage,
and snatching a wooden hammer from the bench he
threw it at the Talking-cricket.

Perhaps he never meant to hit him; but unfortu-
nately it struck him exactly on the head, so that the
poor Cricket had scarcely breath to cry cri-cri-cri, and
then he remained dried up and flattened against the
wall.

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PINOCCHIO IS HUNGRY AND SEARCHES FOR AN EGG
TO MAKE HIMSELF AN OMELET; BUT JUST AT
THE MOST INTERESTING MOMENT THE OMELET
FLIES OUT OF THE WINDOW

IGHT was coming on, and Pinocchio, remem-
N bering that he had eaten nothing all day,
began to feel a gnawing in his stomach that

very much resembled appetite.

But appetite with boys travels quickly, and in fact
after a few minutes his appetite had become hunger,
and in no time his hunger became ravenous — a hun-
ger that was really quite insupportable.

Poor Pinocchio ran quickly to the fire-place where
a saucepan was boiling, and was going to take off the
lid to see what was in it, but the saucepan was only
painted on the wall. You can imagine his feelings.
His nose, which was already long, became longer by
at least three fingers.

He then began to run about the room, searching in
the drawers and in every imaginable place, in hopes
of finding a bit of bread. If it was only a bit of dry
bread, a crust, a bone left by a dog, a little moldy

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32 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

pudding of Indian corn, a fish bone, a cherry stone —
in fact anything that he could gnaw. But he could
find nothing, nothing at all, absolutely nothing.

And in the meanwhile his hunger grew and grew;
and poor Pinocchio had no other relief than yawning,
and his yawns were so tremendous that sometimes
his mouth almost reached his ears. And after he had
yawned he spluttered, and felt as if he was going to

faint.

Then he began to cry desperately, and he said:

“The Talking-cricket was right. I did wrong to
rebel against my papa and to run away from home.
. . . If my papa was here I should not now be dying
of yawning! Oh! what a dreadful illness hunger is! ”

Just then he thought he saw something in the dust-
heap — something round and white that looked like a
hen’s egg. To give a spring and seize hold of it was
the affair of amoment. It was indeed an egg.

Pinocchio’s joy beats description; it can only be
imagined. Almost believing it must be a dream he
kept turning the egg over in his hands, feeling it and
kissing it. And as he kissed it he said:

“ And now, how shall I cook it? Shall I make an
omelet? ... No, it would be better to cook it in a
saucer! .. . Or would it not be more savory to fry
it in the frying-pan? Or shall I simply boil it? No,
the quickest way of all is to cook it in a saucer; I am
in such a hurry to eat it!”

Without loss of time he placed an earthenware
saucer on a brazier full of red-hot embers. Into the
saucer instead of oil or butter he poured a little water;
ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 33

and when the water began to smoke, tac! ... he
broke the egg-shell over it that the contents might
dropin. But instead of the white and the yolk a little



Thus saying it spread its wings

chicken popped out very gay and polite. Making a
beautiful courtesy, it said to him:

“ A thousand thanks, Master Pinocchio, for saving
me the trouble of breaking the shell. Adieu until we
34 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

meet again. Keep well, and my best compliments to
all at home! ”

Thus saying it spread its wings, darted through the
open window, and flying away was lost to sight.

The poor puppet stood as if he had been bewitched,
with his eyes fixed, his mouth open, and the egg-shell
in his hand. Recovering, however, from his first
stupefaction, he began to cry and scream, and to
stamp his feet on the floor in desperation, and amidst
his sobs he said:

“Ah! indeed the Talking-cricket was right. If I
had not run away from home, and if my papa was
here, I should not now be dying of hunger! Oh!
what a dreadful illness hunger is! . . .”

And as his stomach cried out more than ever and
he did not know how to quiet it, he thought he would
leave the house and make an excursion in the neigh-
borhood in hopes of finding some charitable person
who would give him a piece of bread.




VI

PINOCCHIO FALLS ASLEEP WITH HIS FEET ON THE
BRAZIER, AND WAKES IN THE MORNING TO FIND
THEM BURNT OFF

thunder was tremendous and the lightning so

vivid that the sky seemed on fire. A bitter blus-
terous wind whistled angrily, and raising clouds of
dust swept over the country, causing the trees to creak
and groan as it passed.

Pinocchio had a great fear of thunder, but hunger
was stronger than fear. He therefore closed the
house door and made a rush for the village, which he
reached in a hundred bounds, with his tongue hanging
out and panting for breath, like a dog after game.

But he found it all dark and deserted. The shops
were closed, the windows shut, and there was not
so much as a dog in the street. It seerned the land
of the dead.

Pinocchio, urged by desperation and hunger, laid
hold of the bell of a house and began to peal it with
all his might, saying to himself:

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“ That will bring somebody.”

And so it did. A little old man appeared at a win-
dow with a nightcap on his head, and called to him
angrily:

“What do you want at such an hour? ”



Whilst he slept his feet took fire

“Would you be kind enough to give me a little
bread?”

“Wait there, I will be back directly,” said the little
old man, thinking he had to do with one of those ras-
cally boys who amuse themselves at night by ringing
the house bells to rouse respectable people who are

‘sleeping quietly.

After half a minute the window was again opened,
and the voice of the same little old man shouted to
Pinocchio:

“Come underneath and hold out your cap.”

Pinocchio pulled off his cap; but just as he held it
38 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

out an enormous basin of water was poured down
on him, watering him from head to foot as if he had
been a pot of dried-up geraniums.

He returned home like a wet chicken quite ex-
hausted with fatigue and hunger; and having no
longer strength to stand, he sat down and rested his
damp and muddy feet on a brazier full of burning
embers.

And then he fell asleep; and whilst he slept his feet,
which were wooden, took fire, and little by little they
burnt away and became cinders.

Pinocchio continued to sleep and to snore as if his
feet belonged to some one else. At last about day-
break he awoke because some one was knocking at
the door.

“Who is there?” he asked, yawning and rubbing
his eyes.

“Tt is I!” answered a voice.

And the voice was Geppetto’s voice.



VII

GEPPETTO RETURNS HOME, MAKES THE PUPPET
NEW FEET, AND GIVES HIM THE BREAKFAST
THAT THE POOR MAN HAD BROUGHT FOR HIM-
SELF

OOR Pinocchio, whose eyes were still half shut
P from sleep, had not as yet discovered that his

feet were burnt off. The moment, therefore,
that he heard his father’s voice he slipped off his stool
to run and open the door; but after stumbling two or
three times he fell his whole length on the floor.

And the noise he made in falling was as if a sack of
wooden ladles had been thrown from a fifth story.

“Open the door!” shouted Geppetto from the
street.

“ Dear papa, I cannot,” answered the puppet, crying
and rolling about on the ground.

“Why cannot you?”

“ Because my feet have been eaten.”

“And who has eaten your feet?”

“ The cat,” said Pinocchio, seeing the cat, who was
amusing herself by making some shavings dance with
her forepaws.

“ Open the door, I tell you!” repeated Geppetto.
“Tf you don’t, when I get into the house you shall

have the cat from me!”
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ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO a1

“T cannot stand up, believe me. Oh, poor me!
poor me! I shall have to walk on my knees for the
rest of my life! .. .”

Geppetto, believing that all this lamentation was
only another of the puppet’s tricks, thought of a means



“Oh! Poor me! I shall have to walk on my knees
for the rest of my life!”

of putting an end to it, and climbing up the wall he
got in at the window.

He was very angry, and at first he did nothing but
scold; but when he saw his Pinocchio lying on the
ground and really without feet he was quite over-
come. He took him in his arms and began to kiss
and caress him and to say a thousand endearing
42 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

things to him, and as the big tears ran down his
cheeks, he said, sobbing:

“ My little Pinocchio! how did you manage to burn
your feet?”

“T don’t know, papa, but believe me it has been
an infernal night that I shall remember as long as I
live. It thundered and lightened, and I was very
hungry, and then the Talking-cricket said to me: ‘It
serves you right; you have been wicked and you de-
serve it,’ and I said to him: ‘Take care, Cricket!’
. . - and he said: ‘ You are a puppet and you have a
wooden head,’ and I threw the handle of a hammer at
him, and he died, but the fault was his, for I didn’t
wish to kill him, and the proof of it is that I put an
earthenware saucer on a brazier of burning embers,
but a chicken flew out and said: ‘ Adieu until we meet
again, and many compliments to all at home’; and I
got still more hungry, for which reason that little old
man in a nightcap opening the window said to me:
‘ Come underneath and hold out your hat,’ and poured
a basinful of water on my head, because asking for a
little bread isn’t a disgrace, is it? and I returned home
at once, and because I was always very hungry I put
my feet on the brazier to dry them, and then you re-
turned, and I found they were burnt off, and I am
always hungry, but I have no longer any feet! Ih!
Th! Ih! Th! .. .” And poor Pinocchio began to cry
and to roar so loudly that he was heard five miles
off.

Geppetto, who from all this jumbled account had
only understood one thing, which was that the puppet
ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 43

was dying of hunger, drew from his pocket three
pears, and giving them to him said:

“These three pears were intended for my break-
fast; but I will give them to you willingly. Eat them,
and I hope they will do you good.”

“Tf you wish me to eat them, be kind enough to
peel them for me.”

“Peel them?” said Geppetto, astonished. “I
should never have thought, my boy, that you were so
dainty and fastidious. That is bad! In this world
we should accustom ourselves from childhood to like
and to eat everything, for there is no saying to what
we may be brought. There are so many chances!...”

“You are no doubt right,” interrupted Pinocchio,
“but I will never eat fruit that has not been peeled.
I cannot bear rind.”

So that good Geppetto fetched a knife, and arming
himself with patience peeled the three pears, and put
the rind on a corner of the table.

Having eaten the first pear in two mouthfuls, Pi-
nocchio was about to throw away the core; but Gep-
petto caught hold of his arm and said to him:

“Do not throw it away; in this world everything
may be of use.”

“ But core I am determined I will not eat,” shouted
the puppet, turning upon him like a viper.

“Who knows! there are so many chances! . .
repeated Geppetto without losing his temper.

And so the three cores, instead of being thrown out
of the window, were placed on the corner of the table
together with the three rinds,

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44 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

Having eaten, or rather having devoured the three
pears, Pinocchio yawned tremendously, and then said
in a fretful tone:

“T am as hungry as ever!”

“But, my boy, I have nothing more to give you!”

“ Nothing, really nothing?”

“T have only the rind and the cores of the three
pears.”

“One must have patience!” said Pinocchio; “if
there is nothing else I will eat a rind.”

And he began to chew it. At first he made a wry
face; but then one after another he quickly disposed
of the rinds: and after the rinds even the cores, and
when he had eaten up everything he clapped his hands
on his sides in his satisfaction, and said joyfully:

“Ah! now I feel comfortable.”

“You see now,” observed Geppetto, “that I was
right when I said to you that it did not do to accustom
ourselves to be too particular or too dainty in our
tastes. We can never know, my dear boy, what may
happen to us. There are so many chances! .. .”


Vill

GEPPETTO MAKES PINOCCHIO NEW FEET, AND
SELLS HIS OWN COAT TO BUY HIM A SPELLING-
BOOK

O sooner had the puppet appeased his hunger
N than he began to cry and to grumble because
he wanted a pair of new feet.

But Geppetto, to punish him for his naughtiness,
allowed him to cry and to despair for half the day.
He then said to him:

“Why should I make you new feet? To enable
you, perhaps, to escape again from home? ”

“T promise you,” said the puppet, sobbing, “ that
for the future I will be good.”

“ All boys,” replied Geppetto, “ when they are bent
upon obtaining something, say the same thing.”

“T promise you that I will go to school, and that
I will study and earn a good character.”

“ All boys, when they are bent on obtaining some-
thing, repeat the same story.”

“But I am not like other boys! I am better than
all of them and I always speak the truth. I promise
you, papa, that I will learn a trade, and that I will be
the consolation and the staff of your old age.”

Geppetto, although he put on a severe face, had
his eyes full of tears and his heart big with sorrow at

seeing his poor Pinocchio in such a pitiable state.
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ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 47

He did not say another word, but taking his tools and
two small pieces of well-seasoned wood he set to work
with great diligence.

In less than an hour the feet were finished: two
little feet —swift, well-knit, and nervous. They
might have been modeled by an artist of genius.

Geppetto then said to the puppet:

“Shut your eyes and go to sleep!”

And Pinocchio shut his eyes and pretended to be
asleep.

And whilst he pretended to sleep, Geppetto, with
a little glue which he had melted in an egg-shell, fas-
tened his feet in their place, and it was so well done
that not even a trace could be seen of where they were
joined.

No sooner had the puppet discovered that he had
feet than he jumped down from the table on which
he was lying, and began to spring and to cut a thou-
sand capers about the room, as if he had gone mad
with the greatness of his delight.

“To reward you for what you have done for me,”
said Pinocchio to his father, “I will go to school at
once.”

“ Good boy.”

“But to go to school I shall want some clothes.”

Geppetto, who was poor, and who had not so much
as a farthing in his pocket, then made him a little
dress of flowered paper, a pair of shoes from the bark
of a tree, and a cap of the crumb of bread.

Pinocchio ran immediately to look at himself in a
crock of water, and he was so pleased with his ap-
48 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

pearance that he said, strutting about like a peacock.
“T look quite like a gentleman!”
“Ves indeed,” answered Geppetto, “for bear in
mind that it is not fine clothes that make the gentle-
man, but rather clean clothes.”



Ran to look at himself in a crock of water

“ By the bye,” added the puppet, “to go to school
I am still in want — indeed I am without the best
thing, and the most important.”

“And what is it?”

“T have no Spelling-book.”

“ You are right: but what shall we do to get one? ”
ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 49

“Tt is quite easy. We have only to go to the book-
seller’s and buy it.”

“And the money?”

“T have got none.”

“No more have I,” added the good old man very
sadly.

And Pinocchio, although he was a very merry boy,
became sad also; because poverty, when it is real
poverty, is understood by everybody — even by boys.

“Well, patience!” exclaimed Geppetto, all at once
rising to his feet, and putting on his old fustian coat,
all patched and darned, he ran out of the house.

He returned shortly, holding in his hand a Spelling-
book for Pinocchio, but the old coat was gone. The
poor man was in his shirt sleeves, and out of doors it
was snowing.

“ And the coat, papa?”

“T have sold it.”

“Why did you sell it?”

“ Because I found it too hot.”

Pinocchio understood this answer in an instant, and
unable to restrain the impulse of his good heart he
sprang up, and throwing his arms round Geppetto’s
neck he began kissing him again and again.








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IX

PINOCCHIO SELLS HIS SPELLING-BOOK THAT HE
MAY GO AND SEE A PUPPET-SHOW

S soon as it had done snowing Pinocchio set
out for school with his fine Spelling-book

under his arm. As he went along he began
to imagine a thousand things in his little brain, and to
build a thousand castles in the air, one more beau-
tiful than the other.

And talking to himself he said:

“To-day at school I will learn to read at once;
then to-morrow I will begin to write, and the day af-
ter to-morrow to cipher. Then with my acquire-
ments I will earn a great deal of money, and with the
first money I have in my pocket I will immediately
buy for my papa a beautiful new cloth coat. But
what am I saying? Cloth, indeed! It shall be all
made of gold and silver, and it shall have diamond
buttons. That poor man really deserves it; for to
buy me books and have me taught he has remained
in his shirt sleeves. .. . Andin this cold! It is only
fathers who are capable of such sacrifices! .. .”

Whilst he was saying this with great emotion he

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thought that he heard music in the distance that
sounded like fifes and the beating of a big drum:
fi-fi-fi, fi-fi-f, zum, zum, zum, zum.

He stopped and listened. The sounds came from
the end of a cross street that took to a little village on
the seashore.

“What can that music be? What a pity that I
have to go to school, or else . . .”

And he remained irresolute. It was, however, nec-
essary to come toadecision. Should he go to school?
or should he go after the fifes?

“ To-day I will go and hear the fifes, and to-morrow
I will go to school,” finally decided the young scape-
grace, shrugging his shoulders.

The more he ran the nearer came the sounds of the
fifes and the beating of the big drum: fi-fi-fi, zum,
zum, zum, zum.

At last he found himself in the middle of a square
quite full of people, who were all crowding round a
building made of wood and canvas, and painted a
thousand colors.

“What is that building?” asked Pinocchio, turn-
ing to a little boy who belonged to the place.

“Read the placard —it is all written —and then
you will know.”

“T would read it willingly, but it so happens that
to-day I don’t know how to read.”

“Bravo, blockhead! Then I will read it to you.
The writing on that placard in those letters red as fire
is:
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“GREAT PUPPET THEATER”

“ Has the play begun long? ”

“Tt is beginning now.”

“How much does it cost to go in?”

“ Twopence.”

Pinocchio, who was in a fever of curiosity, lost all
control of himself, and without any shame he said to
the little boy to whom he was talking:

“Would you lend me twopence until to-mor-
row?”

“T would lend them to you willingly,” said the
other, taking him off, “but it so happens that to-day
I cannot give them to you.”

“T will sell you my jacket for twopence,” the pup-
pet then said to him.

“What do you think that I could do with a jacket
of flowered paper? If there was rain and it got wet,
it would be impossible to get it off my back.”

“Will you buy my shoes?”

“They would only be of use to light the fire.”

“ How much will you give me for my cap?”

“That would be a wonderful acquisition indeed!
A cap of bread crumb! There would be a risk
of the mice coming to eat it whilst it was on my
head.”

Pinocchio was on thorns. He was on the point of
making another offer, but he had not the courage.
He hesitated, felt irresolute and remorseful. At last
he said:
54 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

“ Will you give me twopence for this new Spelling-
bosk? ”
“I am a boy and I don’t buy from boys,” replied



The book was sold there and then

his little interlocutor, who had much more sense than
ne had.

“T will buy the Spelling-book for twopence,” called
out a hawker of old clothes, who had been listening
to the conversation.
ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 55

And the book was sold there and then. And to
think that poor Geppetto had remained at home trem-
bling with cold in his shirt sleeves, that he might buy
his son a Spelling-book!





THE PUPPETS RECOGNIZE THEIR BROTHER PINOC-
CHIO, AND RECEIVE HIM WITH DELIGHT; BUT
AT THAT MOMENT THEIR MASTER FIRE-EATER
MAKES HIS APPEARANCE AND PINOCCHIO IS IN
DANGER OF COMING TO A BAD END

HEN Pinocchio came into the little puppet
\) \ theater, an incident occurred that almost
produced a revolution.

I must tell you that the curtain was drawn up, and
the play had already begun.

On the stage Harlequin and Punchinello were as
usual quarreling with each other, and threatening
every moment to come to blows.

The audience, all attention, laughed till they were
ill as they listened to the bickerings of these two
puppets, who gesticulated and abused each other so
naturally that they might have been two reasonable

beings, and two persons of the world.
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All at once Harlequin stopped short, and turning to
the public he pointed with his hand to some one
far down in the pit, and exclaimed in a dramatic
tone:

“Gods of the firmament! do I dream, or am I
awake? But surely that is Pinocchio! .. .”

“It is indeed Pinocchio!” cried Punchinello.

“It is indeed himself!’ screamed Miss Rose, peep-
ing from behind the scenes.

“It is Pinocchio! it is Pinocchio!” shouted all the
puppets in chorus, leaping from all sides on to the
stage. “It is Pinocchio! It is our brother Pinoc-
chio! Long live Pinocchio! .. .”

“Pinocchio, come up here to me,” cried Harlequin,
“and throw yourself into the arms of your wooden
brothers!”

At this affectionate invitation Pinocchio made a
leap from the end of the pit into the reserved seats;
another leap landed him on the head of the leader
of the orchestra, and he then sprang upon the
stage.

The embraces, the hugs, the friendly pinches, and
the demonstrations of warm brotherly affection that
Pinocchio received from the excited crowd of actors
and actresses of the puppet dramatic company beat
description.

The sight was doubtless a moving one, but the pub-
lic in the pit, finding that the play was stopped, be-
came impatient, and began to shout: “ We will have
the play — go on with the play!”


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Carried him in triumph before the footlights
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It was all breath thrown away. The puppets, in-
stead of continuing the recital, redoubled their noise
and outcries, and putting Pinocchio on their shoul-
ders, they carried him in triumph before the foot-
lights.

At that moment out came the showman. He was
very big, and so ugly that the sight of him was enough
to frighten any one. His beard was as black as ink,
and so long that it reached from his chin to the
ground. I need only say that he trod upon it when
he walked. His mouth was as big as an oven, and
his eyes were like two lanterns of red glass with
lights burning inside them. He carried a large whip
made of snakes and foxes’ tails twisted together,
which he cracked constantly.

At his unexpected appearance there was a profound
silence: no one dared to breathe. A fly might have
been heard in the stillness. The poor puppets of both
sexes trembled like so many leaves.

“Why have you come to raise a disturbance in my
theater?” asked the showman of Pinocchio, in the
gruff voice of a hob-goblin suffering from a severe
cold in the head.

“Believe me, honored sir, that it was not my
fault! its.”

“That is enough! To-night we will settle our ac-
counts.”

As soon as the play was over the showman went
into the kitchen where a fine sheep, preparing for his
supper, was turning slowly on the spit in front of the
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fire. As there was not enough wood to finish roasting
and browning it, he called Harlequin and Punchinello,
and said to them:

“ Bring that puppet here: you will find him hanging
on a nail. It seems to me that he is made of very



dry wood, and I am sure that if he was thrown on
the fire he would make a beautiful blaze for the
roast.”

At first Harlequin and Punchinello hesitated; but,
appalled by a severe glance from their master, they
obeyed. Ina short time they returned to the kitchen
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carrying poor Pinocchio, who was wriggling like an
eel taken out of water, and screaming desperately:
“Papa! papa! save me! I will not die, I will not
die! ...”




XI

FIRE-EATER SNEEZES AND PARDONS PINOCCHIO,
WHO THEN SAVES THE LIFE OF HIS FRIEND
HARLEQUIN

"[To= showman Fire-eater — for that was his
name — looked, I must say, a terrible man,
especially with his black beard that cov-
ered his chest and legs like an apron. On the whole,
however, he had not a bad heart. In proof of this,
when he saw poor Pinocchio brought before him,
struggling and screaming “I will not die, I will not
die! ” he was quite moved and felt very sorry for him.
He tried to hold out, but after a little he could stand it
no longer and he sneezed violently. When he heard
the sneeze, Harlequin, who up to that moment had
been in the deepest affliction, and bowed down like a
weeping willow, became quite cheerful, and leaning
towards Pinocchio he whispered to him softly:

“ Good news, brother. The showman has sneezed,
and that is a sign that he pities you, and consequently

you are saved.”
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For you must know that whilst most men, when
they feel compassion for somebody, either weep or at
least pretend to dry their eyes, Fire-eater, on the con-
trary, whenever he was really overcome, had the
habit of sneezing.

After he had sneezed, the showman, still acting the
ruffian, shouted at Pinocchio:

“Have done crying! Your lamentations have
given me a pain in my stomach. . . . I feel a spasm,
that almost .. . Etci! etci!” and he sneezed again
twice.

“Bless you!” said Pinocchio.

“Thank you! And your papa and your mamma,
are they still alive?” asked Fire-eater.

“Papa, yes; my mamma I have never known.”

“Who can say what a sorrow it would be for your
poor old father if I was to have you thrown amongst
those burning coals! Poor old man! I compassion-
ate him! . . . Etci! etci! etci!” and he sneezed again
three times.

“Bless you! ” said Pinocchio.

“Thank you! All the same, some compassion is
due to me, for as you see I have no more wood with
which to finish roasting my mutton, and to tell you the
truth, under the circumstances you would have been
of great use to me! However, I have had pity on
you, so I must have patience. Instead of you I will
burn under the spit one of the puppets belonging to
my company. Ho there, gendarmes! ”

At this call two wooden gendarmes immediately
appeared. They were very long and very thin, and
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had on cocked hats, and held unsheathed swords in
their hands.
The showman said to them in a hoarse voice:
“Take Harlequin, bind him securely, and then



He sneezed again three times

throw him on the fire to burn. I am determined that
my mutton shall be well roasted.”

Only imagine that poor Harlequin! His terror was
so great that his legs bent under him, and he fell with
his face on the ground.

At this agonizing sight Pinocchio, weeping bitterly,
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threw himself at the showman’s feet, and bathing his
long beard with his tears he began to say in a suppli-
cating voice:

“ Have pity, Sir Fire-eater! .. .”

“Here there are no sirs,” the showman answered
severely.

“Have pity, Sir Knight! ...

“Here there are no knights!”

“ Have pity, Commander! .. .”

“Here there are no commanders! ”

“ Have pity, Excellence! . . .”

Upon hearing himself called Excellence the show-
man began to smile, and became at once kinder and
more tractable. Turning to Pinocchio, he asked:

“Well, what do you want from me?”

“YT implore you to pardon poor Harlequin.”

“For him there can be no pardon. As I have
spared you he must be put on the fire, for I am de-
termined that my mutton shall be well roasted.”

“In that case,” cried Pinocchio, proudly, rising
and throwing away his cap of bread crumb — “in
that case I know my duty. Come on, gendarmes!
Bind me and throw me amongst the flames. No, it
is not just that poor Harlequin, my true friend, should
die for me! .. .”

These words, pronounced in a loud heroic voice,
made all the puppets who were present cry. Even
the gendarmes, although they were made of wood,
wept like two newly-born lambs.

Fire-eater at first remained as hard and unmoved
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sneeze. And having sneezed four or five times, he
opened his arms affectionately, and said to Pinocchio:

“You are a good, brave boy! Come here and give
me a kiss.”

Pinocchio ran at once, and climbing like a squirrel
up the showman’s beard he deposited a hearty kiss
on the point of his nose.

“Then the pardon is granted? ” asked poor Harle-

-quin in a faint voice that was scarcely audible.

“The pardon is granted!” answered Fire-eater;
he then added, sighing and shaking his head:

“T must have patience! To-night I shall have to
resign myself to eat the mutton half raw; but another
time, woe to him who chances! .. .”

At the news of the pardon the puppets all ran to
the stage, and having lighted the lamps and chande-
liers as if for a full-dress performance, they began to
leap and to dance merrily. At dawn they were still
dancing.


XII

THE SHOWMAN, FIRE-EATER, MAKES PINOCCHIO A
PRESENT OF FIVE GOLD PIECES TO TAKE HOME
TO HIS FATHER, GEPPETTO; BUT PINOCCHIO IN-
STEAD ALLOWS HIMSELF TO BE TAKEN IN BY
THE FOX AND THE CAT, AND GOES WITH THEM

HE following day Fire-eater called Pinocchio
on one side and asked him:

“What is your father’s name?”

“ Geppetto.”

“And what trade does he follow? ”

“He is a beggar.”

“Does he gain much? ”

“Gain much? Why, he has never a penny in his
pocket. Only think, to buy a Spelling-book for me to
go to school he was obliged to sell the only coat he
had to wear — a coat that, between patches and darns,

was not fit to be seen.”
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“Poor devil! I feel almost sorry for him! Here
are five gold pieces. Go at once and take them to
him with my compliments.”

You can easily understand that Pinocchio thanked
the showman a thousand times. He embraced all the
puppets of the company one by one, even to the gen-
darmes, and, beside himself with delight, set out to
return home.

But he had not gone far when he met on the road
a Fox lame of one foot, and a Cat blind of both eyes,
who were going along helping each other like good
companions in misfortune. The Fox, who was lame,
walked leaning on the Cat, and the Cat, who was
blind, was guided by the Fox.

“Good day, Pinocchio,” said the Fox, accosting
him politely.

“ How do you come to know my name? ” asked the
puppet.

“T know your father well.

“Where did you see him? ”

“TIT saw him yesterday at the door of his
house.”

“ And what was he doing? ”

“He was in his shirt sleeeves and shivering with
cold.”

“Poor papa! But that is over; for the future he
Shall shiver no more! .. .”

66 Why? 99

“ Because I am become a gentleman.”

“ A gentleman — you! ” said the Fox, and he began
to laugh rudely and scornfully. The Cat also began
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to laugh, but to conceal it she combed her whiskers
with her forepaws.

“There is little to laugh at,” cried Pinocchio an-
grily. “I am really sorry to make your mouths
water, but if you know anything about it, you can see
that these here are five gold pieces.”

And he pulled out the money that Fire-eater had
made him a present of.

At the sympathetic ring of the money the Fox, with
an involuntary movement, stretched out the paw that
had seemed crippled, and the Cat opened wide two
eyes that looked like two green lanterns. It is true
that she shut them again, and so quickly that Pinoc-
chio observed nothing.

“And now,” asked the Fox, “what are you going
to do with all that money? ”

“First of all,” answered the puppet, “I intend to
buy a new coat for my papa, made of gold and silver,
and with diamond buttons; and then I will buy a
spelling-book for myself.”

“ For yourself? ”

“Yes indeed: for I wish to go to school to study
in earnest.”

“Look at me!” said the Fox. “Through my
foolish passion for study I have lost a leg.”

“Look at me!” said the Cat. “Through my
foolish passion for study I have lost the sight of both
my eyes.”

At that moment a white Blackbird, that was
perched on the hedge by the road, began his usual
song, and said:
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“Pinocchio, don’t listen to the advice of bad com-
panions: if you do you will repent it! ...”

Poor Blackbird! If only he had not spoken! The
Cat, with a great leap, sprang upon him, and without
even giving him time to say Oh! ate him in a mouth-
ful, feathers and all.

Having eaten him and cleaned her mouth she
shut her eyes again and feigned blindness as be-
fore.

“Poor Blackbird!” said Pinocchio to the Cat,
“why did you treat him so badly?”

“T did it to give him a lesson. He will learn an-
other time not to meddle in other people’s conversa-
tion.”

They had gone almost hali-way when the Fox,
halting suddenly, said to the puppet:

“ Would you like to double your money?”

“Tn what way?”

“Would you like to make out of your five miser-
able sovereigns, a hundred, a thousand, two thou-
sand?”

“T should think so! but in what way?”

“The way is easy enough. Instead of returning
home you must go with us.”

“ And where do you wish to take me? ”

“To the land of the Owls.”

Pinocchio reflected a moment, and then he said
resolutely :

“No, I will not go. I am already close to the
house, and I will return home to my papa who is
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“Don’t listen to the advice of bad companions”
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waiting for me. Who can tell how often the poor
old man must have sighed yesterday when I did not
come back! I have indeed been a bad son, and the
Talking-cricket was right when he said: ‘Dis-
obedient boys never come to any good in the world.’
I have found it to my cost, for many misfortunes have
happened to me. Even yesterday in Fire-eater’s
house I ran the risk. . . . Oh! it makes me shudder
only to think of it!”

“Well, then,” said the Fox, “ you are quite decided
to go home? Go, then, and so much the worse for
you.”

“So much the worse for you!” repeated the
Cat.

“Think well of it, Pinocchio, for you are giving a
kick to fortune.”

“To fortune!” repeated the Cat.

“Between to-day and to-morrow your five sov-
ereigns would have become two thousand.”

“Two thousand!” repeated the Cat.

“But how is it possible that they could have be-
come so many?” asked Pinocchio, remaining with
his mouth open from astonishment.

“T will explain it to you at once,” said the Fox.
“You must know that in the land of the Owls there
is a sacred field called by everybody the Field of
Miracles. In this field you must dig a little hole and
you put into it, we will say, one gold sovereign.
You then cover up the hole with a little earth: you
must water it with two pails of water from the foun-
tain, then sprinkle it with two pinches of salt, and
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when night comes you can go quietly to bed. In the
meanwhile, during the night, the gold piece will grow
and flower, and in the morning when you get up and
return to the field, what do you find? You find a
beautiful tree laden with as many gold sovereigns
as a fine ear of corn has grains in the month of
June.”

“So that,” said Pinocchio, more and more be-
wildered, “ supposing I buried my five sovereigns in
that field, how many should I find there the following
morning? ”

“That is an exceedingly easy calculation,” replied
the Fox, “a calculation that you can make on the
ends of your fingers. Put that every sovereign gives
you an increase of five hundred: multiply five hundred
by five, and the following morning will find you with
two thousand five hundred shining gold pieces in
your pocket.”

“Oh! how delightful!” cried Pinocchio, dancing
for joy. “As soon as ever I have obtained those
sovereigns, I will keep two thousand for myself, and
the other five hundred I will make a present of to
you two.”

“A present to us?” cried the Fox with indigna-
tion and appearing much offended. “What are you
dreaming of?”

“What are you dreaming of?” repeated the Cat.

“We do not work,” said the Fox, “for dirty in-
terest: we work solely to enrich others.”

“ Others! ” repeated the Cat.

“ What good people!” thought Pinocchio to him-
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self: and forgetting there and then his papa, the new
coat, the Spelling-book, and all his good resolutions,
he said to the Fox and the Cat:

“Let us be off at once. I will go with you.”




XIII

THE INN OF THE RED CRAW-FISH

p “HEY walked, and walked, and walked, until
at last, towards evening, they arrived dead
tired at the inn of The Red Craw-fish.

“ Let us stop here a little,” said the Fox, “that we
may have something to eat and rest ourselves for an
hour or two. We will start again at midnight, so as
to arrive at the Field of Miracles by dawn to-morrow
morning.”

Having gone into the inn they all three sat down
to table: but none of them had any appetite.

The Cat, who was suffering from indigestion and
feeling seriously indisposed, could only eat thirty-five
mullet with tomato sauce, and four portions of tripe
with Parmesan cheese; and because she thought the
tripe was not seasoned enough, she asked three times
for the butter and grated cheese!

The Fox would also willingly have picked a little,
but as his doctor had ordered him a strict diet, he was

forced to content himself simply with a hare dressed
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with a sweet and sour sauce, and garnished lightly
with fat chickens and early pullets. After the hare he
sent for a made dish of partridges, rabbits, frogs,
lizards, and other delicacies; he could not touch any-
thing else. He had such a disgust to food, he said,
that he could put nothing to his lips.

The one who ate the least was Pinocchio. He
asked for some walnuts and a hunch of bread, and
left everything on his plate. The poor boy, whose
thoughts were continually fixed on the Field of
Miracles, had got in anticipation an indigestion of
gold pieces.

When they had supped, the Fox said to the host:

“Give us two good rooms, one for Mr. Pinocchio,
and the other for me and my companion. We will
snatch a little sleep before we leave. Remember,
however, that at midnight we wish to be called to
continue our journey.”

“Yes, gentlemen,” answered the host, and he
winked at the Fox and the Cat, as much as to say:
“I know what you are up to. We understand one
another! ”

No sooner had Pinocchio got into bed than he fell
asleep at once and began to dream. And he dreamt
that he was in the middle of a field, and the field was
full of shrubs covered with clusters of gold sovereigns,
and as they swung in the wind they went zin, zin, zin,
almost as if they would say: “Let who will, come
and take us.” But when Pinocchio was at the most
interesting moment, that is, just as he was stretching
out his hand to pick handfuls of those beautiful gold
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pieces and to put them in his pocket, he was suddenly
wakened by three violent blows on the door of his

room.
It was the host who had come to tell him that mid-
night had struck.



He dreamt . .. shrubs covered with clusters of gold sovereigns

“ Are my companions ready?” asked the puppet.
“Ready! Why, they left two hours ago.”
“Why were they in such a hurry? ”

“ Because the Cat had received a message to say
that her eldest kitten was ill with chilblains on his
feet, and was in danger of death.”

“Did they pay for the supper?”

“What are you thinking of? They are much too
well educated to dream of offering such an insult to
a gentleman like you.”
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“What a pity! It is an insult that would have
given me so much pleasure! ” said Pinocchio, scratch-
ing his head. He then asked:

“And where did my good friends say they would
wait for me?”

“At the Field of Miracles, to-morrow morning at
daybreak.”

Pinocchio paid a sovereign for his supper and that
of his companions, and then left.

Outside the inn it was so pitch dark that he had
almost to grope his way, for it was impossible to see
a hand’s breadth in front of him. In the adjacent
country notaleaf moved. Only some night-birds fly-
ing across the road from one hedge to the other
brushed Pinocchio’s nose with their wings as they
passed, which caused him so much terror that, spring-
ing back, he shouted: ‘“ Who goes there?” and the
echo in the surrounding hills repeated in the distance:
“Who goes there? Who goes there? Who goes
there? ”

As he was walking along he saw a little insect shin-
ing dimly on the trunk of a tree, like a night-light in
a lamp of transparent china.

“Who are you?” asked Pinocchio.

“T am the ghost of the Talking-cricket,” answered
the insect in a low voice, so weak and faint that it
seemed to come from the other world.

“What do you want with me?” said the pup-
pet.

“T want to give you some advice. Go back, and
take the four sovereigns that you have left to your
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poor father, who is weeping and in despair because
you have never returned to him.”

“By to-morrow my papa will be a gentleman, for
these four sovereigns will have become two thou-
sand.”

“Don’t trust, my boy, to those who promise to
make you richinaday. Usually they are either mad
orrogues! Give ear to me, and go back.”

‘On the contrary, I am determined to go on.”

“ The hour is late! . . .”

“T am determined to go on.”

“The night is dark! .. .”

“TI am determined to go on.”

“The road is dangerous! ...

“T am determined to go on.”

“Remember that boys who are bent on following
their caprices, and will have their own way, sooner or
later repent it.”

“ Always the same stories. Good-night, Cricket.”

“ Good-night, Pinocchio, and may Heaven preserve
you from dangers and from assassins.”

No sooner had he said these words than the Talk-
ing-cricket vanished suddenly like a light that has
been blown out, and the road became darker than.
ever.

2


XIV

PINOCCHIO, BECAUSE HE WOULD NOT HEED THE
GOOD COUNSELS OF THE TALKING-CRICKET,
FALLS AMONGST ASSASSINS

66 EALLY,” said the puppet to himself as he
resumed his journey, “how unfortunate

we poor boys are. Everybody scolds us,
everybody admonishes us, everybody gives us good
advice. To let them talk, they would all take it into
their heads to be our fathers and our masters — all:
even the Talking-cricket. See now; because I don’t
choose to listen to that tiresome Cricket, who knows,
according to him, how many misfortunes are to hap-
pen to me! I am even to meet with assassins!
That is, however, of little consequence, for I don’t
believe in assassins — I have never believed in them.
For me, I think that assassins have been invented pur-
posely by papas to frighten boys who want to go out
at night. Besides, supposing I was to come across
them here in the road, do you imagine they would
frighten me? not the least in the world. I should
go to meet them and cry: ‘Gentlemen assassins,
what do you want with me? Remember that with

me there is no joking. Therefore go about your busi-
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ness and be quiet!’ At this speech, said in a deter-
mined tone, those poor assassins —I think I see
them — would run away like the wind. If, however,
they were so badly educated as not to run away, why,
then, I would run away myself, and there would be
an end of it... .”

But Pinocchio had not time to finish his reasoning,
for at that moment he thought that he heard a slight
rustle of leaves behind him.

He turned to look, and saw in the gloom two evil-
looking black figures completely enveloped in char-
coal sacks. They were running after him on tiptoe,
and making great leaps like two phantoms.

“ Here they are in reality!” he said to himself, and
not knowing where to hide his gold pieces he put
them in his mouth precisely under his tongue.

Then he tried to escape. But he had not gone a
step when he felt himself seized by the arm, and
heard two horrid sepulchral voices saying to him:

“Your money or your life!”

Pinocchio, not being able to answer in words, ow-
ing to the money that was in his mouth, made a
thousand low bows and a thousand pantomimes. He
tried thus to make the two muffled figures, whose
eyes were only visible through the holes in their sacks,
understand that he was a poor puppet, and that he
had not as much as a false farthing in his pocket.

“Come now! Less nonsense and out with the
money!” cried the two brigands threateningly.

And the puppet made a gesture with his hands te
signify: “I have got none.”
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“Deliver up your money or you are dead,” said
the tallest of the brigands.

“ Dead!” repeated the other.

“And after we have killed you, we will also kill
your father.”

“ Also your father!”

“No, no, no, not my poor papa!” cried Pinocchio



The puppet made a gesture with his hands to signify:
“T have got none”

in a despairing tone; and as he said it, the sovereigns
clinked in his mouth.

“Ah! you rascal! Then you have hidden your
money under your tongue! Spit it out at once!”

But Pinocchio was obdurate.

“Ah! you pretend to be deaf, do you? Wait a
moment, leave it to us to find a means to make you
spit it out.”

And one of them seized the puppet by the end of
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his nose, and the other took him by the chin, and
began to pull them brutally, the one up and the other
down, to constrain him to open his mouth. But it
was all to no purpose. Pinocchio’s mouth seemed to
be nailed and riveted together.

Then the shorter assassin drew out an ugly knife
and tried to force it between his lips like a lever or
chisel. But Pinocchio, as quick as lightning, caught
his hand with his teeth, and with one bite bit it clean
off and spat it out. Imagine his astonishment when
instead of a hand he perceived that he had spat a cat’s
paw on the ground.

Encouraged by this first victory he used his nails
to such purpose that he succeeded in liberating him-
self from his assailants, and jumping the hedge by the
roadside he began to fly across country. The assas-
sins ran after him like two dogs chasing a hare: and
the one who had lost a paw ran on one leg, and no
one ever knew how he managed it.

After a race of some miles Pinocchio could do no
more. Giving himself up for lost he climbed the
stem of a very high pinetree and seated himself in
the topmost branches. The assassins attempted to
climb after him, but when they had reached half-
way up the stem they slid down again, and arrived on
the ground with the skin grazed from their hands and
knees.

But they were not to be beaten by so little: col-
lecting a quantity of dry wood they piled it beneath
the pine and set fire to it. In less time than it takes
to tell the pine began to burn and to flame like a
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candle blown by the wind. Pinocchio, seeing that
the flames were mounting higher every instant, and
not wishing to end his life like a roasted pigeon, made
a stupendous leap from the top of the tree and started
afresh across the fields and vineyards. The assassins
followed him, and kept behind him without once giv-
ing in.

The day began to break and they were still pursu-
ing him. Suddenly Pinocchio found his way barred
by a wide deep ditch full of dirty water the color of
coffee. What was he to do? “One! two! three!”
cried the puppet, and making a rush he sprang to the
other side. The assassins also jumped, but not hav-
ing measured the distance properly — splash, splash!
... they fell into the very middle of the ditch.
Pinocchio, who heard the plunge and the splashing
of the water, shouted out, laughing, and without
stopping:

“A fine bath to you, gentleman assassins.”

And he felt convinced that they were drowned,
when, turning to look, he perceived that on the con-
trary they were both running after him, still envel-
oped in their sacks, with the water dripping from them
as if they had been two hollow baskets.
XV

THE ASSASSINS PURSUE PINOCCHIO; AND HAVING
OVERTAKEN HIM HANG HIM TO A BRANCH OF
THE BIG OAK

T this sight the puppet’s courage failed him,
and he was on the point of throwing himself

on the ground and giving himself over for
lost. Turning, however, his eyes in every direction,
he saw at some distance, standing out amidst the
dark green of the trees, a small house as white as
snow.

“Tf I had only breath to reach that house,” he said
to himself, “ perhaps I should be saved.”

And without delaying an instant, he recommenced
running for his life through the wood, and the assas-
sins after him.

At last, after a desperate race of nearly two hours,
he arrived quite breathless at the door of the house,
and knocked.

No one answered.

He knocked again with great violence, for he heard
the sound of steps approaching him, and the heavy
panting of his persecutors. The same silence.

Seeing that knocking was useless, he began in des-
peration to kick and pommel the door with all his
might. The window then opened and a beautiful
Child appeared at it. She had blue hair and a face as

white as a waxen image; her eyes were closed and
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her hands were crossed on her breast. Without mov-
ing her lips in the least, she said in a voice that seemed
to come from the other world:

“In this house there is no one. They are all
dead.”

“Then at least open the door for me yourself,”
shouted Pinocchio, crying and imploring.



ven
Nua?



“Tf I could only reach that house,” he said.

“T am dead also.”

“ Dead? then what are you doing there at the win-
dow?”

“T am waiting for the bier to come to carry me
away.”

Having said this, she immediately disappeared, and
the window was closed again without the slightest
noise.
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* Oh! beautiful Child with blue hair,” cried Pinoc-
chio, “‘ open the door for pity’s sake! Have compas-
sion on a poor boy pursued by assas .. .”

But he could not finish the word, for he felt him-
self seized by the collar, and the same two horrible
voices said to him threateningly:

“You shall not escape from us again!”

The puppet, seeing death staring him in the face,
was taken with such a violent fit of trembling that
the joints of his wooden legs began to creak, and the
sovereigns hidden under his tongue to clink.

“Now then,” demanded the assassins, “ will you
Open your mouth, yes or no? Ah! no answer?...
Leave it to us: this time we will force you to open
Ie eine

And drawing out two long horrid knives as sharp
as razors, clash... they attempted to stab him
twice.

But the puppet, luckily for him, was made of very
hard wood; the knives therefore broke into a thou-
sand pieces, and the assassins were left with the
handles in their hands staring at each other.

“T see what we must do,” said one of them. “ He
must be hung! let us hang him! ”

“Let us hang him!” repeated the other.

Without loss of time they tied his arms behind
him, passed a running noose round his throat, and
then hung him to the branch of a tree called the Big
Oak.

They then sat down on the grass and waited for his
last struggle. But at the end of three hours the pup-
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pet’s eyes were still open, his mouth closed, and he
was kicking more than ever.

Losing patience they turned to Pinocchio and said
in a bantering tone:

“ Good-by till to-morrow. Let us hope that when
we return you will be polite enough to allow yourself,
to be found quite dead, and with your mouth wide
open.”

And they walked off.

In the meantime a tempestuous northerly wind be-
gan to blow and roar angrily, and it beat the poor
puppet as he hung from side to side, making him
swing violently like the clatter of a bell ringing for a
wedding. And the swinging give him atrocious
spasms, and the running noose, becoming still tighter
round his throat, took away his breath.

Little by little his eyes began to grow dim, but
although he felt that death was near he still continued
to hope that some charitable person would come to
his assistance before it was too late. But when, after
waiting and waiting, he found that no one came, ab-
solutely no one, then he remembered his poor father,
and thinking he was dying . . . he stammered out:

“Oh, papa! papa! if only you were here!”

His breath failed him and he could say no more.
He shut his eyes, opened his mouth, stretched his
legs, gave a long shudder, and hung stiff and in-
sensible.


XVI

THE BEAUTIFUL CHILD WITH BLUE HAIR HAS THE
PUPPET TAKEN DOWN: HAS HIM PUT TO BED
AND CALLS IN THREE DOCTORS TO KNOW IF HE
IS ALIVE OR DEAD

HILST poor Pinocchio, suspended to a

WV branch of the Big Oak, was apparently

more dead than alive, the beautiful Child
with blue hair came again to the window. When
she saw the unhappy puppet hanging by his throat,
and dancing up and down in the gusts of the north
wind, she was moved by compassion. Striking her
hands together she made three little claps.

At this signal there came a sound of the sweep of
wings flying rapidly, and a large Falcon flew on to
the window-sill.

“What are your orders, gracious Fairy?” he
asked, inclining his beak in sign of reverence — for I
must tell you that the Child with blue hair was no
more and no less than a beautiful Fairy, who for more
than a thousand years had lived in the wood.

“Do you see that puppet dangling from a branch
of the Big Oak?”

“T see him.”
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“Very well. Fly there at once: with your strong
beak break the knot that keeps him suspended in the
air, and lay him gently on the grass at the foot of the
tree.”

The Falcon flew away, and after two minutes he
returned, saying:

“T have done as you commanded.”

“ And how did you find him? ”

“To see him he appeared dead, but he cannot
really be quite dead, for I had no sooner loosened
the running noose that tightened his throat than, giv-
ing a sigh, he muttered in a faint voice: “Now I
feel better! .. .”

The Fairy then striking her hands together made
two little claps, and a magnificent Poodle appeared
walking upright on his hind-legs exactly as if he had
been a man.

He was in the full-dress livery of a coachman. On
his head he had a three-cornered cap braided with
gold, his curly white wig came down on to his shoul-
ders, he had a chocolate-colored waistcoat with dia-
mond buttons, and two large pockets to contain the
bones that his mistress gave him at dinner. He had
besides a pair of short crimson velvet breeches, silk
stockings, cut-down shoes, and hanging behind him a
species of umbrella-case made of blue satin, to put his
tail into when the weather was rainy.

“Be quick, Medoro, like a good dog!” said the
Fairy to the Poodle. ‘“ Have the most beautiful car-
riage in my coach-house put to, and take the road to
the wood. When you come to the Big Oak you will
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find a poor puppet stretched on the grass half dead.
Pick him up gently, and lay him flat on the cushions
of the carriage and bring him here tome. Have you
understood? ”

The Poodle, to show that he had understood, shook
the case of blue satin that he had on three or four
times, and ran off like a racehorse.

Shortly afterwards a beautiful little carriage came
‘out of the coach-house. The cushions were stuffed
with canary feathers, and it was lined in the inside
with whipped cream, custard, and Savoy biscuits.
The little carriage was drawn by a hundred pairs of
white mice, and the Poodle, seated on the coach-box,
cracked his whip from side to side like a driver when
he is afraid that he is behind time.

A quarter of an hour had not passed when the car-
riage returned. The Fairy, who was waiting at the
door of the house, took the poor puppet in her arms,
and carried him into a little room that was wains-
coted with mother-of-pearl, and sent at once to
summon the most famous doctors in the neighbor-
hood.

The doctors came immediately one after the other:
namely a Crow, an Owl, and a Talking-cricket.

“TI wish to know from you gentlemen,” said the
Fairy, turning to the three doctors who were as-
sembled round Pinocchio’s bed —“‘I wish to know
from you gentlemen, if this unfortunate puppet is
alive or dead! .. .”

At this request the Crow, advancing first, felt Pinoc-
chio’s pulse; he then felt his nose, and then the little
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toe of his foot: and having done this carefully, he pro-
nounced solemnly the following words:

“To my belief the puppet is already quite dead;
but if unfortunately he should not be dead, then it
would be a sign that he is still alive!”

“T regret,” said the Owl, “to be obliged to con-
tradict the Crow, my illustrious friend and colleague;
but in my opinion the puppet is still alive: but if un-
fortunately he should not be alive, then it would be a
sign that he is dead indeed!”

“ And you — have you nothing to say? ” asked the
Fairy of the Talking-cricket.

“In my opinion the wisest thing a prudent doctor
can do, when he does not know what he is talking
about, is to be silent. For the rest, that puppet there
has a face that is not new to me. I have known him
for some time! .. .”

Pinocchio, who up to that moment had lain im-
movable, like a real piece of wood, was seized with a
fit of convulsive trembling that shook the whole bed.

“That puppet there,’ continued the Talking-
cricket, “is a confirmed rogue. . . .”

Pinocchio opened his eyes, but shut them again
immediately.

“He is a ragamuffin, a do-nothing, a vaga-
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Pinocchio hid his face beneath the clothes.

“That puppet there is a disobedient son who will
make his poor father die of a broken heart! .. .”

At that instant a suffocated sound of sobs and cry-
ing was heard in the room. Imagine everybody’s
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astonishment when, having raised the sheets a little, it
was discovered that the sounds came from Pinocchio.
“When the dead person cries, it is a sign that he
is on the road to get well,” said the Crow solemnly.
“T grieve to contradict my illustrious friend and
colleague,” added the Owl; “ but for me, when the
dead person cries, it is a sign that he is sorry to die.”



XVII

PINOCCHIO EATS THE SUGAR, BUT WILL NOT TAKE
HIS MEDICINE: WHEN, HOWEVER, HE SEES THE
GRAVE-DIGGERS, WHO HAVE ARRIVED TO CARRY
HIM AWAY, HE TAKES IT. HE THEN TELLS A
LIE, AND AS A PUNISHMENT HIS NOSE GROWS
LONGER

S soon as the three doctors had left the room
A the Fairy approached Pinocchio, and having
touched his forehead she perceived that he
was in a high fever that was not to be trifled with.
She therefore dissolved a certain white powder in
half a tumbler of water, and offering it to the puppet
she said to him lovingly:
“ Drink it, and in a few days you will be cured.”
Pinocchio looked at the tumbler, made a wry face,
and then asked in a plaintive voice:
“Is it sweet or bitter? ”
“Tt is bitter, but it will do you good.”
“Tf it is bitter, I will not take it.”
“ Listen to me: drink it.”
“T don’t like anything bitter.”
“ Drink it, and when you have drunk it I will give
you a lump of sugar to take away the taste.”

“ Where is the lump of sugar? ”
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“The doctors came immediately . . . a Crow, an Owl
and a Talking-Cricket’’ (see p. 94),

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“Here it is,” said the Fairy, taking a piece from a
gold sugar-basin.

“Give me first the lump of sugar, and then I will
drink that bad bitter water. . . .”

“Do you promise me?”

ea GGiea! ce

The Fairy gave him the sugar, and Pinocchio, hav-
ing crunched it up and swallowed it in a second, said,
licking his lips:

“It would be a fine thing if sugar was medicine!

. I would take it every day.”

“ Now keep your promise and drink these few drops
of water, which will restore you to health.”

Pinocchio took the tumbler unwillingly in his hand
and put the point of his nose to it: he then approached
it to his lips: he then again put his nose to it, and at
last said:

“Tt is too bitter! too bitter! I cannot drink it.”

“How can you tell that, when you have not even
tasted it?”

“T can imagine it! I know it from the smell. I
want first another lump of sugar . . . and then I will
drink it! .. .”

The Fairy then, with all the patience of a good
mamma, put another lump of sugar in his mouth, and
then again presented the tumbler to him.

“T cannot drink it so!” said the puppet, making a
thousand grimaces.

6é Why? 9

“Because that pillow that is down there on my
feet bothers me.”
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The Fairy removed the pillow.

“It is useless. Even so I cannot drink it. . .

“What is the matter now?”

“The door of the room, which is half open, bothers
me.”

The Fairy went and closed the door.

“In short,” cried Pinocchio, bursting into tears, “I

will not drink that bitter water — no, no, no! .. .”
_ “My boy, you will repent it... .”

“T don’t care... .”

“ Your illness is serious... .

“T don’t care... .”

“The fever in a few hours will carry you into the
other world... .”

“I don’t care... .

“ Are you not afraid of death? ”

“TI am not in the least afraid! . . . I would rather
die than drink that bitter medicine.”

At that moment the door of the room flew open,
and four rabbits as black as ink entered carrying on
their shoulders a little bier.

“What do you want with me?” cried Pinocchio,
sitting up in bed in a great fright.

“We are come to take you,” said the biggest rab-
bit.

“To take me? ... But I am not yet dead! .. .”

“No, not yet: but you have only a few minutes
to live, as you have refused the medicine that would
have cured you of the fever.”

“Oh, Fairy, Fairy!” the puppet then began to
scream, “ give me the tumbler at once . . . be quick,

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for pity’s sake, for I will not die—no .. . I will not
| ae

And taking the tumbler in both hands he emptied
it at a draught.

“We must have patience! ” said the rabbits: “ this
time we have made our journey in vain.” And tak-
ing the little bier again on their shoulders they left
the room, grumbling and murmuring between their
teeth.

In fact, a few minutes afterwards Pinocchio
jumped down from the bed quite well: because you
must know that wooden puppets have the privilege of
being seldom ill and of being cured very quickly.

The Fairy, seeing him running and rushing about
the room as gay and as lively as a young cock, said
to him:

“Then my medicine has really done you good?”

“Good, I should think so! It has restored me to
hie! ca."

“Then why on earth did you require so much per-
suasion to take it?”

“Because you see that we boys are all like that!
We are more afraid of medicine than of the illness.”

“ Disgraceful! Boys ought to know that a good
remedy taken in time may save them from a serious
illness, and perhaps even from death. .. .”

“Oh! but another time I shall not require so much
persuasion. I shall remember those black rabbits
with the bier on their shoulders . . . and then I shall
immediately take the tumbler in my hand, and down
it will go! .. .”
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“Now come here to me, and tell me how it came
about that you fell into the hands of those assas-
sins.”

“It came about that the showman Fire-eater gave
me some gold pieces and said to me: ‘Go, and take
them to your father!’ and instead I met on the road a
Fox and a Cat, two very respectable persons, who
said to me: ‘ Would you like those pieces of gold to
become a thousand or two? Come with us and we
will take you to the Field of Miracles,’ and I said:
‘Let us go.’ And they said: ‘Let us stop at the
inn of the Red Craw-fish,’ and after midnight they
left. And when I awoke I found that they were no
longer there, because they had gone away. Then I
began to travel by night, for you cannot imagine how
dark it was; and on that account I met on the road
two assassins in charcoal sacks who said to me:
‘Out with your money,’ andI said to them: ‘I have
got none,’ because I had hidden the four gold pieces
in my mouth, and one of the assassins tried to put
his hand in my mouth, and I bit his hand off and spat
it out, but instead of a hand I spat out a cat’s paw.
And the assassins ran after me, and I ran, and ran,
until at last they caught me, and tied me by the neck
to a tree in this wood, and said to me: ‘To-morrow
we shall return here, and then you will be dead with
your mouth open, and we shall be able to carry off
the pieces of gold that you have hidden under your
tongue.”

“And the four pieces—where have you put
them? ” asked the Fairy.
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“T have lost them!” said Pinocchio; but he was
telling a lie, for he had them in his pocket.

He had scarcely told the lie when his nose, which
was already long, grew at once two fingers longer.

“ And where did you lose them? ”

“In the wood near here.”



At this second lie his nose went on growing.

“If you have lost them in the wood near here,”
said the Fairy, “ we will look for them, and we shall
find them: because everything that is lost in that
wood is always found.”

“Ah! now I remember all about it,” replied the
puppet, getting quite confused; “I didn’t lost the
four gold pieces, I swallowed them inadvertently
whilst I was drinking your medicine.”
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At this third lie his nose grew to such an extraordi-
nary length that poor Pinocchio could not move in
any direction. If he turned to one side he struck his
nose against the bed or the window-panes, if he turned
to the other he struck it against the walls or the door,
if he raised his head a little he ran the risk of stick-
ing it into one of the Fairy’s eyes.

And the Fairy looked at him and laughed.

' “What are you laughing at?” asked the puppet,
very confused and anxious at finding his nose grow-
ing so prodigiously.

“T am laughing at the lie you have told.

“ And how can you possibly know that I have told
a lie?”

“Lies, my dear boy, are found out immediately,
because they are of two sorts. There are lies that
have short legs, and lies that have long noses. Your
lie, as it happens, is one of those that have a long
nose.”

Pinocchio, not knowing where to hide himself for
shame, tried to run out of the room; but he did not
succeed, for his nose had increased so much that it
could no longer pass through the door.


XVIII

PINOCCHIO MEETS AGAIN THE FOX AND THE CAT,
AND GOES WITH THEM TO BURY HIS MONEY IN
THE FIELD OF MIRACLES

HE Fairy, as you can imagine, allowed the
puppet to cry and to roar for a good half-
hour over his nose, which could no longer

pass through the door of the room. This she did to
give him a severe lesson, and to correct him of the
disgraceful fault of telling lies—the most disgrace-
ful fault that a boy can have. But when she saw him
quite disfigured, and his eyes swollen out of his head
from weeping, she felt full of compassion for him.
She therefore beat her hands together, and at that
signal a thousand large birds called Woodpeckers
flew in at the window. They immediately perched
on Pinocchio’s nose, and began to peck at it with such
zeal that in a few minutes his enormous and ridicu-

lous nose was reduced to its usual dimensions.
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“What a good Fairy you are,” said the puppet,
drying his eyes, “and how much I love you! ”

“T love you also,” answered the Fairy; “and if
you will remain with me, you shall be my little
brother and I will be your good little sister. . . .”

“TI would remain willingly ... but my poor
papa?”

“T have thought of everything. I have already let
your father know, and he will be here to-night.”

“Really?” shouted Pinocchio, jumping for joy.
“ Then, little Fairy, if you consent, I should like to go
and meet him. Iam so anxious to give a kiss to that
poor old man, who has suffered so much on my ac-
count, that I am counting the minutes.”

“Go, then, but be careful not to lose yourself,
Take the road through the wood and I am sure that
you will meet him.”

Pinocchio set out; and as soon as he was in the
wood he began to run like a kid. But when he had
reached a certain spot, almost in front of the Big
Oak, he stopped, because he thought that he heard
people amongst the bushes. In fact, two persons
came out on to the road. Can you guess who they
were? ... His two traveling companions, the Fox
and the Cat, with whom he had supped at the inn of
the Red Craw-fish.

“Why, here is our dear Pinocchio! ” cried the Fox,
kissing and embracing him. ‘“ How come you to be
here? ”

“How come you to be here?” repeated the Cat.

“It is a long story,” answered the puppet, “ which
ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 107

I will tell you when I have time. But do you know
that the other night, when you left me alone at the
inn, I met with assassins on the road... .”

“ Assassins! . . . Oh, poor Pinocchio! And what
did they want?”

“They wanted to rob me of my gold pieces.”

“Villains! . . .” said the Fox.



“Why, here is our dear Pinocchio!” cried the Fox

“Infamous villains! ” repeated the Cat.

“But I ran away from them,” continued the pup-
pet, “and they followed me: and at last they over-
took me and hung me to a branch of that oak-
Tebo

And Pinocchio pointed to the Big Oak, which was
two steps from them.

“Is it possible to hear of anything more dread-
ful?” said the Fox. “In what a world we are con-
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demned to live! Where can respectable people like
us find a safe refuge? ”

Whilst they were thus talking Pinocchio observed
that the Cat was lame of her front right leg, for in
fact she had lost her paw with allits claws. He there-
fore asked her:

“ What have you done with your paw?”

The Cat tried to answer but became confused.
Therefore the Fox said immediately:

“My friend is too modest, and that is why she
doesn’t speak. I will answer for her. I must tell
you that an hour ago we met an old wolf on the road,
almost fainting from want of food, who asked alms
ofus. Not having so much as a fishbone to give him,
what did my friend, who has really the heart of a
Czesar, do? She bit off one of her fore paws, and
threw it to that poor beast that he might appease his
hunger.”

And the Fox, in relating this, dried a tear.

Pinocchio was also touched, and approaching the
Cat he whispered into her ear:

“Tf all cats resembled you, how fortunate the mice
would be!”

“ And now, what are you doing here?” asked the
Fox of the puppet.

“Tam waiting for my papa, whom I expect to ar-
tive every moment.”

“ And your gold pieces?”

“T have got them in my pocket, all but one that I
spent at the inn of the Red Craw-fish.”

“ And to think that, instead of four pieces, by to-
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morrow they might become one or two thousand!
Why do you not listen to my advice? why will you
not go and bury them in the Field of Miracles? ”

“To-day it is impossible: I will go another day.”

“Another day it will be too late! ...” said the
Fox.

“Why?”

“ Because the field has been bought by a gentleman,
and after to-morrow no one will be allowed to bury
money there.”

“ How far off is the Field of Miracles? ”

“Not two miles. Will you come with us? In
half an hour you will be there. You can bury your
money at once, and in a few minutes you will col-
lect two thousand, and this evening you will return
with your pockets full. Will you come with us?”

Pinocchio thought of the good Fairy, old Gep-
petto, and the warnings of the Talking-cricket, and
he hesitated a little before answering. He ended,
however, by doing as all boys do who have not a
grain of sense and who have no heart —he ended
by giving his head a little shake, and saying to the
Fox and the Cat:

“Let us go: I will come with you.”

And they went.

After having walked half the day they reached a
town that was called “Trap for blockheads.” As
soon as Pinocchio entered this town, he saw that the
streets were crowded with dogs who had lost their
coats and who were yawning from hunger, shorn
sheep trembling with cold, cocks without combs or
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crests who were begging for a grain of Indian corn,
large butterflies who could no longer fly because they
had sold their beautiful colored wings, peacocks who
had no tails and were ashamed to be seen, and pheas-
ants who went scratching about in a subdued fashion,
mourning for their brilliant gold and silver feathers
gone for ever.

In the midst of this crowd of beggars and shame-
faced creatures, some lordly carriage passed from
time to time containing a Fox, or a thieving Magpie,
or some other ravenous bird of prey.

“And where is the Field of Miracles?” asked
Pinocchio.

“It is here, not two steps from us.”

They crossed the town, and having gone beyond
the walls they came to a solitary field which to look
at resembled all other fields. .

“We are arrived,” said the Fox to the puppet.
“Now stoop down and dig with your hands a little
hole in the ground and put your gold pieces into it.”

Pinocchio obeyed. He dug a hole, put into it the
four gold pieces that he had left, and then filled up
the hole with a little earth.

“ Now, then,” said the Fox, “ go to that canal close
to us, fetch a can of water, and water the ground
where you have sowed them.”

Pinocchio went to the canal, and as he had no can
he took off one of his old shoes, and filling it with
water he watered the ground over the hole.

He then asked:

“Ts there anything else to be done? ”
ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO i111

“ Nothing else,” answered the Fox. “ Wecan now
go away. You can return in about twenty minutes,
and you will find a shrub already pushing through
the ground, with its branches quite loaded with
money.”

The poor puppet, beside himself with joy, thanked
the Fox and the Cat a thousand times, and promised
them a beautiful present.

“We wish for no presents,” answered the two ras-
cals. “It is enough for us to have taught you the
way to enrich yourself without undergoing hard
work, and we are as bappy as folk out for a holiday.”

Thus saying they took leave of Pinocchio, and,
wishing him a good harvest, went about their busi-
ness.


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XIX

PINOCCHIO IS ROBBED OF HIS MONEY, AND AS A
PUNISHMENT HE IS SENT TO PRISON FOR FOUR
MONTHS

"T's puppet returned to the town and began
to count the minutes one by one; and when
he thought that it must be time he took the
road leading to the Field of Miracles.

And as he walked along with hurried steps his heart
beat fast tic, tac, tic, tac, like a drawing-room clock
when it is really going well. Meanwhile he was
thinking to himself:

“And if instead of a thousand gold pieces, I was
to find on the branches of the tree two thousand?

. And instead of two thousand supposing I found
five thousand? and instead of five thousand that I
found a hundred thousand? Oh! what a fine gentle-
man I should then become! ...I would have a
beautiful palace, a thousand little wooden horses and
a thousand stables to amuse myself with, a cellar full

of currant-wine and sweet syrups, and a library quite
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ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 113

full of candies, tarts, plum-cakes, macaroons, and
biscuits with cream.”

Whilst he was building these castles in the air he
had arrived in the neighborhood of the field, and he
stopped to look if by chance he could perceive a tree
with its branches laden with money: but he saw noth-
ing. He advanced another hundred steps — nothing:
he entered the field . . . he went right up to the little
hole where he had buried his sovereigns — and noth-
ing. He then became very thoughtful and forgetting
the rules of society and good manners he took his
hands out of his pockets and gave his head a long
scratch.

At that moment he heard an explosion of laughter
close to him, and looking up he saw a large Parrot
perched on a tree, who was pruning the few feathers
he had left.

“Why are you laughing?” asked Pinocchio in an
angry voice.

“T am laughing because in pruning my feathers I
tickled myself under my wings.”

The puppet did not answer, but went to the canal
and, filling the same old shoe full of water, he pro-
ceeded to water the earth afresh that covered his
gold pieces.

Whilst he was thus occupied another laugh, and
still more impertinent than the first, rang out in the
silence of that solitary place.

“Once for all,” shouted Pinocchio in a rage, “ may
I know, you ill-educated Parrot, what you are laugh-
ing at?”



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“I am laughing at those simpletons who believe
in all the foolish things that are told them, and who
allow themselves to be entrapped by those who are
more cunning than they are.”

“ Are you perhaps speaking of me?”

“Yes, I am speaking of you, poor Pinocchio — of
you who are simple enough to believe that money
can be sown and gathered in fields in the same way
as beans and gourds. I also believed it once, and to-
day I am suffering for it. To-day —but it is too
late — I have at last learnt that to put a few pennies
honestly together it is necessary to know how to
earn them, either by the work of our own hands or
by the cleverness of our own brains.”

“TI don’t understand you,” said the puppet, who was
already trembling with fear.

“Have patience! I will explain myself better,”
rejoined the Parrot. “ You must know, then, that
whilst you were in the town the Fox and the Cat re-
turned to the field: they took the buried money and
then fled like the wind. And now he that catches
them will be clever.”

Pinocchio remained with his mouth open, and not
choosing to believe the Parrot’s words he began with
his hands and nails to dig up the earth that he had
watered. And he dug, and dug, and dug, and made
such a deep hole that a rick of straw might have
stood upright in it: but the money was no longer
there.

He rushed back to the town in a state of despera-
tion, and went at once to the Courts of Justice to de-
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nounce the two knaves who had robbed him to the
judge.

The judge was a big ape of the gorilla tribe — an
old ape respectable for his age, his white beard, but
especially for his gold spectacles without glasses that
he was always obliged to wear, on account of an in-
flammation of the eyes that had tormented him for
many years.

Pinocchio related in the presence of the judge all
the particulars of the infamous fraud of which he
had been the victim. He gave the names, the sur-
names, and other details, of the two rascals, and ended
by demanding justice.

The judge listened with great benignity; took a
lively interest in the story; was much touched and
moved; and when the puppet had nothing further to
say he stretched out his hand and rang a bell.

At this summons two mastiffs immediately ap-
peared dressed as gendarmes. The judge then, point-
ing to Pinocchio, said to them:

“That poor devil has been robbed of four gold
pieces; take him up, and put him immediately into
prison.”

The puppet was petrified on hearing this unex-
pected sentence, and tried to protest; but the gen-
darmes, to avoid losing time, stopped his mouth, and
carried him off to the lock-up.

And there he remained for four months — four
long months — and he would have remained longer
still if a fortunate chance had not released him. For
I must tell you that the young Emperor who reigned
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over the town of “ Trap for blockheads,” having won
a splendid victory over his enemies, ordered great
public rejoicings. There were illuminations, fire-
works, horse races, and velocipede races, and as a
further sign of triumph he commanded that the
prisons should be opened and all the prisoners liber-
ated.

“If the others are to be let out of prison, I will go
also,” said Pinocchio to the jailor.

“No, not you,” said the jailor, “because you do
not belong to the fortunate class.”

“I beg your pardon,” replied Pinocchio, “I am
also a criminal.”

“In that case you are perfectly right,” said the
jailor ; and taking off his hat and bowing to him re-
spectfully he opened the prison doors and let him
escape.


XX

LIBERATED FROM PRISON, HE STARTS TO RETURN
TO THE FAIRY’S HOUSE; BUT ON THE ROAD HE
MEETS WITH A HORRIBLE SERPENT, AND AFT-
ERWARDS HE IS CAUGHT IN A TRAP

. ¥ OU can imagine Pinocchio’s joy when he found

himself free. Without stopping to take
- breath he immediately left the town and took
the road that led to the Fairy’s house.

On account of the rainy weather the road had be-
come a marsh into which he sank knee-deep. But
the puppet would not give in. Tormented by the de-
sire of seeing his father and his little sister with blue
hair again he ran and leapt like a greyhound, and as
he ran he was splashed with mud from head to foot.
And he said to himself as he went along: “How
many misfortunes have happened to me... and I
deserved them! for I am an obstinate, passionate pup-
pet... . Iamalways bent upon having my own way,
without listening to those who wish me well, and
who have a thousand times more sense than I have!
. . . But from this time forth I am determined to

change and to become orderly and obedient. . . . For
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at last I have seen that disobedient boys come to no
good and gain nothing. And will my papa have
waited forme? Shall I find him at the Fairy’s house!
Poor man, it is so long since I last saw him: I am dy-
ing to embrace him, and to cover him with kisses!
And will the Fairy forgive me my bad conduct to
her? . . . To think of all the kindness and loving care
I received from her ... to think that if I am now
alive I owe it to her! . . . Would it be possible to find
a more ungrateful boy, or one with less heart than I
have! .. .”

Whilst he was saying this he stopped suddenly,
frightened to death and made four steps backwards.

What had he seen? ...

He had seen an immense Serpent stretched across
the road. Its skin was green, it had red eyes, and a
pointed tail that was smoking like a chimney.

It would be impossible to imagine the puppet’s ter-
ror. He walked away to a safe distance, and sitting
down on a heap of stones waited until the Serpent
should have gone about its business and had left the
road clear.

He waited an hour; two hours; three hours; but
the Serpent was always there, and even from a dis-
tance he could see the red light of his fiery eyes and
the column of smoke that ascended from the end of
his tail.

At last Pinocchio, trying to feel courageous, ap-
proached to within a few steps, and said to the Ser-
pent in a little, soft, insinuating voice:

“Excuse me, Sir Serpent, but would you be so
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good as to move a little to one side, just enough to
allow me to pass? ”

He might as well have spoken to the wall. No-
body moved.

He began again in the same soft voice:

“You must know, Sir Serpent, that I am on my
way home, where my father is waiting for me, and
it is such a long time since I saw him last! . . . Will
you therefore allow me to continue my road? ”

He waited for a sign in answer to this request, but
there was none: in fact the Serpent, who up to that
moment had been sprightly and full of life, became
motionless and almost rigid. He shut his eyes and
his tail ceased smoking.

“Can he really be dead?” said Pinocchio, rubbing
his hands with delight; and he determined to jump
over him and reach the other side of the road. But
just as he was going to leap the Serpent raised him-
self suddenly on end, like a spring set in motion; and
the puppet, drawing back, in his terror caught his feet
and fell to the ground.

And he fell so awkwardly that his head stuck in
the mud and his legs went into the air.

At the sight of the puppet kicking violently with his
head in the mud the Serpent went into convulsions of
laughter, and he laughed, and laughed, and laughed,
until from the violence of his laughter he broke a
blood-vessel in his chest and died. And that time he
was really dead.

Pinocchio then set off running in hopes that he
should reach the Fairy’s house before dark. But be-
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fore fong he began to suffer so dreadfully from hun-
ger that he could not bear it, and he jumped into a
field by the way-side intending to pick some bunches
of muscatel grapes. Oh, that he had never done it!

He had scarcely reached the vines when crac .. .
his legs were caught between two cutting iron bars,
and he became so giddy with pain that stars of every
color danced before his eyes.

The poor puppet had been taken in a trap put there
to capture some big polecats who were the scourge of
the poultry-yards in the neighborhood.



XXI

PINOCCHIO IS TAKEN BY A PEASANT, WHO OBLIGES
HIM TO FILL THE PLACE OF HIS WATCH-DOG IN
THE POULTRY-YARD

and scream: but his tears and groans were
useless, for there was not a house to be seen,
and not a living soul passed down the road.

At last night came on.

Partly from the pain of the trap that cut his legs,
and a little from fear at finding himself alone in the
dark in the midst of the fields, the puppet was on
the point of fainting. Just at that moment he saw
a Firefly flitting over his head. He called to it and
said:

“Oh, little Firefly, will you have pity on me and
liberate me from this torture? ”

“Poor boy!” said the Firefly, stopping and look-
ing at him with compassion, “ but how could your legs
have been caught by those sharp irons? ”

“T came into the field to pick two bunches of these

muscatel grapes, and .. .”
124

P sss scream as you can imagine, began to cry
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“But were the grapes yours?”

INO). a2

“Then who taught you to carry off other people’s
property?”

“T was so hungry....

“ Hunger, my boy, is not a good reason for appro-
priating what does not belong to us... .”

“That is true, that is true!” said Pinocchio, cry-
ing. “TI will never do it again.”

At this moment their conversation was interrupted
by a slight sound of approaching footsteps. It was
the owner of the field coming on tiptoe to see if one
of the polecats that ate his chickens during the night
had been caught in his trap.

His astonishment was great when, having brought
out his lantern from under his coat, he perceived that
instead of a polecat a boy had been taken.

“ Ah, little thief!” said the angry peasant, “then
it is you who carry off my chickens? ”

“No, it is not I; indeed it is not!” cried Pinoc-
chio, sobbing. “I only came into the field to take
two bunches of grapes! .. .”

“He who steals grapes is quite capable of stealing
chickens. Leave it to me, I will give you a lesson
that you will not forget in a hurry.”

Opening the trap, he seized the puppet by the col-
lar, and carried him to his house as if he had been a
young lamb.

When he reached the yard in front of the house he
threw him roughly on the ground, and putting his
foot on his neck he said to him:

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“It is late, and I want to go to bed; we will settle
our accounts to-morrow. In the meanwhile, as the
dog who kept guard at night died to-day, you shall
take his place at once. You shall be my watch-dog.”

And taking a great collar covered with brass knobs
he strapped it tightly round his throat that he might
not be able to draw his head out of it. A heavy chain
attached to the collar was fastened to the wall.

“Tf it should rain to-night,” he then said to him,
“you can go and lie down in the kennel; the straw
that has served as a bed for my poor dog for the last
four years is still there. If unfortunately robbers
should come, remember to keep your ears pricked and
to bark.”

After giving him this last injunction the man went
into the house, shut the door, and put up the chain.

Poor Pinocchio remained lying on the ground more
dead than alive from the effects of cold, hunger, and
fear. From time to time he put his hands angrily to
the collar that tightened his throat and said, crying:

“Tt serves me right! ... Decidedly it serves me
right! I was determined to be a vagabond and a
good-for-nothing. . . . I would listen to bad compan-
ions, and that is why I always meet with misfortunes.
If I had been a good little boy as so many are; if I had
been willing to learn and to work; if I had remained at
home with my poor papa, I should not now be in the
midst of the fields and obliged to be the watch-dog to
a peasant’s house. Oh, ifI could be bornagain! But
now it is too late, and I must have patience! ”
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Relieved by this little outburst, which came straight
from his heart, he went into the dog-kennel and fell
asleep.




XXII

PINOCCHIO DISCOVERS THE ROBBERS, AND AS A
REWARD FOR HIS FIDELITY IS SET AT LIBERTY.

E had been sleeping heavily for about two
hours when, towards midnight, he was

roused by a whispering of strange voices

that seemed to come from the courtyard. Putting
the point of his nose out of the kennel he saw four
little beasts with dark fur, that looked like cats, stand-
ing consulting together. But they were not cats;
they were polecats— carnivorous little animals,
especially greedy for eggs and young chickens. One
of the polecats, leaving his companions, came to the
opening of the kennel and said in a low voice:

“ Good evening, Melampo.”

“ My name is not Melampo,” answered the puppet.

“Oh! then who are you?”

“T am Pinocchio,”

“And what are you doing here?”

“T am acting as watch-dog.”

“Then where is Melampo? Where is the old dog
who lived in this kennel? ”

“He died this morning.”
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“TIshedead? Poor beast! Hewasso good. But
judging you by your face I should say that you were
also a good dog.”

“T beg your pardon, I am not a dog.”

“Not a dog? Then what are you?”

“T am a puppet.”

“ And you are acting as watch-dog? ”

“That is only too true — as a punishment.”

“ Well, then, I will offer you the same conditions
that we made with the deceased Melampo, and I am
sure you will be satisfied with them.”

“What are these conditions? ”

“ One night in every week you are to permit us to
visit this poultry-yard as we have hitherto done, and
to carry off eight chickens. Of these chickens seven
are to be eaten by us, and one we will give to you, on
the express understanding, however, that you pre-
tend to be asleep, and that it never enters your head
to bark and to wake the peasant.”

“ Did Melampo act in this manner?” asked Pinoc-
chio.

“ Certainly, and we were always on the best terms
with him. Sleep quietly, and rest assured that before
we go we will leave by the kennel a beautiful chicken
ready plucked for your breakfast to-morrow. Have
we understood each other clearly? ”

“Only too clearly! . . .” answered Pinocchio, and
he shook his head threateningly as much as to say:
“ You shall hear of this shortly!”

The four polecats, thinking themselves safe, re-
paired to the poultry-yard, which was close to the
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kennel, and having opened the wooden gate with their
teeth and claws, they slipped in one by one. But
they had only just passed through when they heard
the gate shut behind them with great violence.

It was Pinocchio who had shut it; and for greater

security he put a large stone against it to keep it
closed.



He barked exactly like a dog. Bow-wow-wow

He then began to bark, and he barked exactly like
a watch-dog: bow-wow, bow-wow.
Hearing the barking, the peasant jumped out of

bed, and taking his gun he came to the window and
asked:

“What is the matter? ”

“ There are robbers! ” answered Pinocchio.
“Where are they? ”
“In the poultry-yard.”
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“T will come down directly.”

In fact, in less time that it takes to say Amen, the
peasant came down. He rushed into the poultry-
yard, caught the polecats, and having put them into a
sack, he said to them in a tone of great satisfaction:

“At last you have fallen into my hands! I might
punish you, but Iam not socruel. I will content my-
self instead by carrying you in the morning to the inn-
keeper of the neighboring village, who will skin and
cook you as hares with a sweet and sour sauce. It is
an honor that you don’t deserve, but generous people
like me don’t consider such trifles! . . .”

He then approached Pinocchio and began to caress
him, and amongst other things he asked of him:

“How did you manage to discover the four thieves?
To think that Melampo, my faithful Melampo, never
found out anything! .. .”

The puppet might then have told him the whole
story; he might have informed him of the disgraceful
conditions that had been made between the dog and
the polecats; but he remembered that the dog was
dead, and he thought to himself:

“What is the good of accusing the dead?...
The dead are dead, and the best thing to be done is
to leave them in peace! .. .”

“When the thieves got into the yard were you
asleep or awake? ” the peasant went on to ask him.

“T was asleep,” answered Pinocchio, “ but the pole-
cats woke me with their chatter, and one of them came
to the kennel and said to me: ‘ If you promise not to
bark, and not to wake the master, we will make youa
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present of a fine chicken ready plucked! ... To
think that they should have had the audacity to make
such a proposalto me! For although I am a puppet,
possessing perhaps nearly all the faults in the world,
there is one that I certainly will never be guilty of,
that of making terms with, and sharing in the gains of,
dishonest people!”

“Well said, my boy!” cried the peasant, slapping
him on the shoulder. “Such sentiments do you
honor: and as a proof of my gratitude I will at once
set you at liberty, and you may return home.”

And he removed the dog’s callar.



XXIII

PINOCCHIO MOURNS THE DEATH OF THE BEAUTI-
FUL CHILD WITH THE BLUE HAIR. HE THEN
MEETS WITH A PIGEON WHO FLIES WITH HIM
TO THE SEASHORE, AND THERE HE THROWS
HIMSELF INTO THE WATER TO GO TO THE AS-
SISTANCE OF HIS FATHER GEPPETTO

S soon as Pinocchio was released from the
A heavy and humiliating weight of the dog-
collar he started off across the fields, and
never stopped until he had reached the high road that
led to the Fairy’s house. There he turned and looked
down into the plain beneath. He could see distinctly
with his naked eye the wood where he had been so
unfortunate as to meet with the Fox and the Cat; he
could see amongst the trees the top of the Big Oak to
which he had been hung; but although he looked in
every direction the little house belonging to the beau-
tiful Child with the blue hair was nowhere visible.
Seized with a sad presentiment he began to run
with all the strength he had left, and in a few minutes
he reached the field where the little white house had

once stood. But the little white house was no longer
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there. Hesaw instead a marble stone, on which were
engraved these sad words:

HERE LIES
THE CHILD WITH THE BLUE HAIR
WHO DIED FROM SORROW
BECAUSE SHE WAS ABANDONED BY HER
LITTLE BROTHER PINOCCHIO

I leave you to imagine the puppet’s feelings when
he had with difficulty spelt out this epitaph. He fell
with his face on the ground and, covering the tomb-
stone with a thousand kisses, burst into an agony of
tears. He cried all night, and when morning came he
was still crying although he had no tears left, and his
sobs and lamentations were so acute and heart-break-
ing that they roused the echoes in the surrounding
hills.

And as he wept he said:

“ Oh, little Fairy, why did you die? Why did not
I die instead of you, I who am so wicked, whilst you
were so good? ... And my papa? Where can he
be? Oh, little Fairy, tell me where I can find him,
for I want to remain with him always and never to
leave him again, never again! . . . Oh, little Fairy,
tell me that it is not true that you are dead! ... If
you really love me... . if you really love your little
brother, come to life again . . . come to life as you
were before! . . . Does it not grieve you to see me
alone and abandoned by everybody? .. . If assas-
sins come they will hang me again to the branch of a
tree .. . and then I should die indeed. What do you
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imagine that I can do here alone in the world? Now
that I have lost you and my papa, who will give me
food? Where shall I go to sleep at night? Who
will make me a new jacket? Oh, it would be better,
a hundred times better, that I should die also! Yes,
I want to die... ih! ih! ih!”

And in his despair he tried to tear his hair; but his
hair, being made of wood, he could not even have the
satisfaction of sticking his fingers into it.

Just then a large Pigeon flew over his head, and
stopping with distended wings called down to him
from a great height:

“ Tell me, child, what are you doing there?”

“Don’t you see? I am crying!” said Pinocchio,
raising his head towards the voice and rubbing his
eyes with his jacket.

“Tell me,” continued the Pigeon, “amongst your
companions, do you happen to know a puppet who is
called Pinocchio?”

“ Pinocchio? ... Did you say Pinocchio?” re-
peated the puppet, jumping quickly to his feet. “I
am Pinocchio!”

The Pigeon at this answer descended rapidly to the
ground. He was larger than a turkey.

“Do you also know Geppetto? ” he asked.

“Tf I know him! He is my poor papa! Has he
perhaps spoken to you of me? Will you take me to
him? Ishestill alive? Answer me for pity’s sake: is
he still alive? ”

“T left him three days ago on the sea-shore.”

“What was he doing?”
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“ He was building a little boat for himself, to cross
the ocean. For more than three months that poor
man has been going all round the world looking for
you. Not having succeeded in finding you he has
now taken it into his head to go to the distant coun-
tries of the new world in search of you.”

“How far is it from here to the shore?” asked
Pinocchio breathlessly.

“ More than six hundred miles.”

“Six hundred miles? Oh, beautiful Pigeon, what
a fine thing it would be to have your wings! . . .”

“If you wish to go, I will carry you there.”

“How?”

“ Astride on my back. Do you weigh much?”

“I weigh next to nothing. I am as light as a
feather.”

And without waiting for more Pinocchio jumped at
once on the Pigeon’s back, and putting a leg on each
side of him as men do on horseback, he exclaimed
joytully:

“ Gallop, gallop, my little horse, for I am anxious to
arrive quickly! .. .”

The Pigeon took flight, and in a few minutes had
soared so high that they almost touched the clouds.
Finding himself at such an immense height the puppet
had the curiosity to turn and look down; but his head
spun round, and he became so frightened, that to save
himself from the danger of falling he wound his arms
tightly round the neck of his feathered steed.

They flew all day. Towards evening the Pigeon
Said:
ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 139

“T am very thirsty!”

“ And I am very hungry!” rejoined Pinocchio.

“Let us stop at that dovecot for a few minutes;
and then we will continue our journey that we may
reach the seashore by dawn to-morrow.”

They went into a deserted dovecot, where they
found nothing but a basin full of water and a basket
full of vetch.

The. puppet had never in his life been able to eat
vetch: according to him it made him sick and revolted
him. That evening, however, he ate to repletion, and
when he had nearly emptied the basket he turned to
the Pigeon and said to him:

“T never could have believed that vetch was so
good!”

“Be assured, my boy,” replied the Pigeon, “that
when hunger is real, and there is nothing else to eat,
even vetch becomes delicious. Hunger knows nei-
ther caprice nor greediness.”

Having quickly finished their little meal they re-
commenced their journey and flew away. The fol-
lowing morning they reached the seashore.

The Pigeon placed Pinocchio on the ground, and
not wishing to be troubled with thanks for having
done a good action, flew quickly away and disap-
peared.

The shore was crowded with people who were look-
ing out to sea, shouting and gesticulating.

“What has happened?” asked Pinocchio of an old
woman.

“ A poor father who has lost his son has gone away
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in a boat to search for him on the other side of the
water, and to-day the sea is tempestuous and the little
boat is in danger of sinking.”

“Where is the little boat? ”

“It is out there in a line with my finger,” said the
old woman, pointing to a little boat which, seen at
that distance, looked like a nutshell with a very little
man in it.

Pinocchio fixed his eyes on it, and after looking at-
tentively he gave a piercing scream, crying:

“It is my papa! it is my papa! ”

The boat meanwhile, beaten by the fury of the
waves, at one moment disappeared in the trough of
the sea, and the next came again to the surface.
Pinocchio, standing on the top of a high rock, kept
calling to his father by name, and making every kind
of signal to him with his hands, his handkerchief, and
his cap.

And although he was so far off, Geppetto appeared
to recognize his son, for he also took off his cap and
waved it, and tried by gestures to make him under-
stand that he would have returned if it had been pos-
sible, but that the sea was so tempestuous that he
could not use his oars or approach the shore.

Suddenly a tremendous wave rose and the boat
disappeared. They waited, hoping it would come
again to the surface, but it was seen no more.

“Poor man!” said the fishermen who were as-
sembled on the shore, and murmuring a prayer they
turned to go home.

Just then they heard a desperate cry, and looking
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back they saw a little boy who exclaimed, as he
jumped from a rock into the sea:

“T will save my papa! ”

Pinocchio, being made of wood, floated easily and



Standing on a high rock, kept calling to his father

he swam like a fish. At one moment they saw him
disappear under the water, carried down by the fury
of the waves; and next he reappeared struggling with
alegoranarm. At last they lost sight of him, and he
was seen no more.

“Poor boy!” said the fishermen who were col-
lected on the shore, and murmuring a prayer they
returned home.


PINOCCHIO ARRIVES AT THE ISLAND OF THE “IN-
DUSTRIOUS BEES,” AND FINDS THE FAIRY AGAIN

INOCCHIO, hoping to be in time to help his
Pp father, swam the whole night.

And what a horrible night it was! The
rain came down in torrents, it hailed, the thunder was
frightful, and the flashes of lightning made it as light
as day.

Towards morning he saw a long strip of land not
far off. It was an island in the midst of the sea.

He tried his utmost to reach the shore: but it was
all in vain. The waves, racing and tumbling over
each other, knocked him about as if he had been a
Stick or a wisp of straw. At last, fortunately for him,
a billow rolled up with such fury and impetuosity that
he was lifted up and thrown violently far on to the
sands.

He fell with such force that, as he struck the
ground, his ribs and all his joints cracked, but he com-
forted himself, saying:

“This time also I have made a wonderful escape!”

Little by little the sky cleared, the sun shone out in
all his splendor, and the sea became as quiet and

smooth as oil.
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The puppet put his clothes in the sun to dry, and
began to look in every direction in hopes of seeing on
the vast expanse of water a little boat with a little
man in it. But although he looked and looked, he
could see nothing but the sky, and the sea, and the
sail of some ship, but so far away that it seemed no

bigger than a fly.
“Tf I only knew what this island was called!” he
said to himself. “If I only knew whether it was in-

habited by civilized people —I mean by people who
have not got the bad habit of hanging boys to the
branches of the trees. But who can I ask? who, if
there is nobody? .. .”

This idea of finding himself alone, alone, all alone,
in the midst of this great uninhabited country, made
him so melancholy that he was just beginning to cry.
But at that moment, at a short distance from the
shore, he saw a big fish swimming by; it was going
quietly on its own business with its head out of the
water.

Not knowing its name the puppet called to it ina
loud voice to make himself heard:

“ Eh, Sir fish, will you permit me a word with you? ”

“Two if you like,” answered the fish, who was a
Dolphin, and so polite that few similar are to be found
in any sea in the world.

“Will you be kind enough to tell me if there are
villages in this island where it would be possible to
obtain something to eat, without running the danger
of being eaten?”

“Certainly there are,” replied the Dolphin. “ In-
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deed you will find one at a short distance from
here.”

“ And what road must I take to go there?”

“You must take that path to your left and follow
your nose. You cannot make a mistake.”

“Will you tell me another thing? You who swim
about the sea all day and all night, have you by chance
met a little boat with my papa in it?”

“ And who is your papa? ”

“He is the best papa in the world, whilst it would
be difficult to find a worse son than I am.”

“During the terrible storm last night,’ answered
the Dolphin, “the little boat must have gone to the
bottom.”

“And my papa?”

“He must have been swallowed by the terrible
Dog-fish who for some days past has been spreading
devastation and ruin in our waters.”

“Is this Dog-fish very big?” asked Pinocchio,
who was already beginning to quake with fear.

“Big! .. .” replied the Dolphin. “That you may
form some idea of his size, I need only tell you that
he is bigger than a five-storied house, and that his
mouth is so enormous and so deep that a railway train
with its smoking engine could pass easily down his
throat.”

“Mercy upon us!” exclaimed the terrified puppet;
and putting on his clothes with the greatest haste he
said to the Dolphin:

“ Good-by, Sir fish: excuse the trouble I have given
you, and many thanks for your politeness.”
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He then took the path that had been pointed out
to him and began to walk fast — so fast, indeed, that
he was almost running. And at the slightest noise
he turned to look behind him, fearing that he might
see the terrible Dog-fish with a railway train in its
mouth following him.

After a walk of half an hour he reached a little vil-
lage called “The village of the Industrious Bees.”
The road was alive with people running here and
there to attend to their business: all were at work, all
had something to do. You could not have found an
idler or a vagabond, not even if you had searched for
him with a lighted lamp.

“Ah!” said that lazy Pinocchio at once, “I see
that this village will never suit me! I wasn’t born
to work!”

In the meanwhile he was tormented by hunger, for
he had eaten nothing for twenty-four hours —not
even vetch. What was he to do?

There were only two ways by which he could obtain
food — either by asking for a little work, or by beg-
ging for a halfpenny or for a mouthful of bread.

He was ashamed to beg, for his father had always
preached to him that no one had a right to beg except
the aged and infirm. The really poor in this world,
deserving of compassion and assistance, are only those
who from age or sickness are no longer able to earn
their own bread with the labor of their hands. It is
the duty of every one else to work; and if they will
not work, so much the worse for them if they suffer
from hunger.
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At that moment a man came down the road, tired
and panting for breath. He was dragging along, with
fatigue and difficulty, two carts full of charcoal.

Pinocchio, judging by his face that he was a kind
man, approached him, and casting down his eyes with
shame he said to him in a low voice:

“Would you have the charity to give me a half-
penny, for I am dying of hunger? ”

“You shall have not only a halfpenny,” said the
man, “but I will give you twopence, provided that
you help me to drag home these two carts of char-
coal.”

“I am surprised at you!” answered the puppet in
a tone of offense. “Let me tell you that I am not
accustomed to do the work of a donkey: I have never
drawnacart!...”

““So much the better for you,” answered the man.
“Then, my boy, if you are really dying of hunger, eat
two fine slices of your pride, and be careful not to
get an indigestion.”

A few minutes afterwards a mason passed down
the road carrying on his shoulders a basket of lime.

“Would you have the charity, good man, to give a
halfpenny to a poor boy who is yawning for want of
food?”

“ Willingly,” answered the man. “Come with me
and carry the lime, and instead of a halfpenny I will
give you five.”

“ But the lime is heavy,” objected Pinocchio, “ and
I don’t want to tire myself.”

“If you don’t want to tire yourself, then, my boy,
“The pigeon . . . soared so high that they almost touched
the clouds’”’ (see p. 138).


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amuse yourself with yawning, and much good may it
do you.”

In less than half an hour twenty other people went
by; and Pinocchio asked charity of them all, but they
all answered:

“ Are you not ashamed to beg? Instead of idling
about the roads, go and look for a little work and
learn to earn your bread.”

At last a nice little woman carrying two cans of
water came by.

“Will you let me drink a little water out of your
can? ” asked Pinocchio, who was burning with thirst.

“ Drink, my boy, if you wish it!” said the little
woman, setting down the two cans.

Pinocchio drank like a fish, and as he dried his
mouth he mumbled:

“T have quenched my thirst. If I could only ap-
pease my hunger! .. .”

The good woman, hearing these words, said at
once:

“Tf you will help me to carry home these two cans
of water, I will give you a fine piece of bread.”

Pinocchio looked at the can and answered neither
yes nor no.

“And besides the bread you shall have a nice dish
of cauliflower dressed with oil and vinegar,” added
the good woman.

Pinocchio gave another look at the can, and an-
swered neither yes nor no.

“And after the cauliflower I will give you a beau-
tiful bonbon full of syrup.”





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The temptation of this last dainty was so great that
Pinocchio could resist no longer, and with an air of
decision he said:

“T must have patience! I will carry the can to
your house.”

The can was heavy, and the puppet not being strong
enough to carry it in his hand, had to resign himself
to carry it on his head.

When they reached the house the good little woman
made Pinocchio sit down at a small table already
laid, and she placed before him the bread, the cauli-
flower, and the bonbon.

Pinocchio did not eat, he devoured. His stomach
was like an apartment that had been left empty and
uninhabited for five months.

When his ravenous hunger was somewhat appeased
he raised his head to thank his benefactress; but he
had no sooner looked at her than he gave a prolonged
Oh-h-h! of astonishment, and continued staring at
her, with wide open eyes, his fork in the air, and his
mouth full of bread and cauliflower, as if he had been
bewitched.

“What has surprised you so much?” asked the
good woman, laughing.

“It is...” answered the puppet, “it is... it
is ... that you are like ... that you remind me
... yes, yes, yes, the same voice . . . the same eyes
... the same hair... yes, yes, yes... you also
have blue hair . . . as she had . . . Oh, little Fairy!

... tell me that it is you, really you! ... Do not
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. I have

99

make me cry any more! If you knew. .
cried so much, I have suffered so much... .

And throwing himself at her feet on the floor, Pi-
nocchio embraced the knees of the mysterious little

woman and began to cry bitterly.




XXV

PINOCCHIO PROMISES THE FAIRY TO BE GOOD AND
STUDIOUS, FOR HE IS QUITE SICK OF BEING A
PUPPET AND WISHES TO BECOME AN EXEM-
PLARY BOY

T first the good little woman maintained that
she was not the little Fairy with blue hair;

but seeing that she was found out, and not
wishing to continue the comedy any longer, she ended
by making herself known, and she said to Pinocchio:

“You little rogue! how did you ever discover who
Iwas?”

“It was my great affection for you that told me.”

“Doyouremember? You left mea child, and now
that you have found me again I am a woman—a
woman almost old enough to be your mamma.”

“T am delighted at that, for now, instead of calling
you little sister, I will call you mamma. I have
wished for such a long time to have a mamma like
other boys! . . . But how did you manage to grow
so fast? ”

“That is a secret.”

“Teach it to me, for I should also like to grow.
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Don’t you see? I always remain no bigger than a
ninepin.”

“But you cannot grow,” replied the Fairy.

ce Why? 23

“Because puppets never grow. They are born
puppets, live puppets, and die puppets.”

“ Oh, I am sick of being a puppet! ” cried Pinocchio,
giving himself a slap. “It is time that I became a
man... .”

“And you will become one, if you know how to
deserve it... .”

“Not really? And what can I do to deserve it?”

“A very easy thing: by learning to be a good
boy.”

“ And you think I am not? ”

“You are quite the contrary. Good boys are obe-
dient, and you...”

“ And I never obey.”

“ Good boys like to learn and to work, and you...”

“ And I instead lead an idle vagabond life the year
through.”

“Good boys always speak the truth... .”

“ And I always tell lies.”

“ Good boys go willingly to school. . . .”

“And school gives me pain all over my body.
But from to-day I will change my life.”

“Do you promise me?”

“T promise you. I will become a good little boy,
and I will be the consolation of my papa. . . . Where
is my poor papa at this moment? ”

“TI do not know.”
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“Shall I ever have the happiness of seeing him
again and kissing him? ”

“T think so; indeed I am sure of it.”

At this answer Pinocchio was so delighted that he
took the Fairy’s hands and began to kiss them with
such fervor that he seemed beside himself. Then
raising his face and looking at her lovingly, he asked:

“Tell me, little mamma: then it was not true that
you were dead?”

“It seems not,” said the Fairy, smiling.

“If you only knew the sorrow I felt and the tight-
ening of my throat when I read, ‘here lies .. .’”

“T know it, and it is on that account that I have
forgiven you. I saw from the sincerity of your grief
that you had a good heart; and when boys have good
hearts, even if they are scamps and have got bad hab-
its, there is always something to hope for: that is,
there is always hope that they will turn to better
ways. That is why I came to look for you here. I
will be your mamma... .”

“ Oh, how delightful! ” shouted Pinocchio, jumping
for joy.

“You must obey me and do everything that I bid
you.”

“Willingly, willingly, willingly!”

“To-morrow,” rejoined the Fairy, “ you will begin
to go to school.”

Pinocchio became at once a little less joyful.

“Then you must choose an art, or a trade, accord-
ing to your own wishes.”

Pinocchio became very grave.
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“What are you muttering between your teeth?”
asked the Fairy in an angry voice.

“IT was saying,” moaned the puppet in a low voice,
“ that it seemed to me too late for me to go to school
now... .”

“No, sir. Keep it in mind that it is never too late
to learn and to instruct ourselves.”

“But I do not wish to follow either an art or a
trade.”

“ Why? ”

“ Because it tires me to work.”

“My boy,” said the Fairy, “ those who talk in that
way end almost always either in prison or in the hos-
pital. Let me tell you that every man, whether he is
born rich or poor, is obliged to do something in this
world — to occupy himself, to work. Woe to those
who lead slothful lives. Sloth is a dreadful illness
and must be cured at once, in childhood. Ifnot, when
we are old it can never be cured.”

Pinocchio was touched by these words, and lifting
his head quickly he said to the Fairy:

“TI will study, I will work, I will do all that you tell
me, for indeed I have become weary of being a puppet,
and I wish at any price to become a boy. You prom-
ised me that I should, did you not?”

“TI did promise you, and it now depends upon
yourself.”




XXVI

PINOCCHIO ACCOMPANIES HIS SCHOOLFELLOWS TO
THE SEASHORE TO SEE THE TERRIBLE DOG-FISH

HE following day Pinocchio went to the gov-
ernment school.

Imagine the delight of all the little rogues
when they saw a puppet walk into their school!
They set up a roar of laughter that never ended.
They played him all sorts of tricks. One boy carried
off his cap, another pulled his jacket behind; one
tried to give him a pair of inky mustachios just under
his nose, and another attempted to tie strings to his
feet and hands to make him dance.

For a short time Pinocchio pretended not to care
and got on as well as he could; but at last, losing all
patience, he turned to those who were teasing him
most and making game of him, and said to them, look-
ing very angry:

“Beware, boys: I am not come here to be your
buffoon. I respect others, and I intend to be re-
spected.”

“Well said, boaster! You have spoken like a
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book!” howled the young rascals, convulsed with
mad laughter; and one of them, more impertinent
than the others, stretched out his hand intending to
seize the puppet by the end of his nose.

But he was not in time, for Pinocchio stuck his leg
-out from under the table and gave him a great kick
on his shins.



They played him all sorts of tricks

“ Oh, what hard feet!” roared the boy, rubbing the
bruise that the puppet had given him.

“And what elbows! ... even harder than his
feet! . . .” said another, who for his rude tricks had
received a blow in the stomach.

But nevertheless the kick and the blow acquired
at once for Pinocchio the sympathy and the esteem
of all the boys in the school. They all made friends
with him and liked him heartily.
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And even the master praised him, for he found him
attentive, studious, and intelligent — always the first
to come to school, and the last to leave when school
was over.

But he had one fault: he made too many friends;
and amongst them were several young rascals well
known for their dislike to study and love of mis-
chief.

The master warned him every day, and even the
good Fairy never failed to tell him, and to repeat
constantly:

“Take care, Pinocchio! ‘Those bad schoolfellows
of yours will end sooner or later by making you lose
all love of study, and perhaps even they may bring
upon you some great misfortune.”

“There is no fear of that!” answered the pup-
pet, shrugging his shoulders and touching his fore-
head as much as to say: “There is so much sense
here!”

Now it happened that one fine day, as he was on his
way to school, he met several of his usual companions
who, coming up to him, asked:

“ Have you heard the great news? ”

66 No.”

“In the sea near here a Dog-fish has appeared as
big as a mountain.”

“Not really? Can it be the same Dog-fish that
was there when my poor papa was drowned? ”

“We are going to the shore to see him. Will you
come with us?”
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“No; I am going to school.”

“What matters school? We can go to school to-
morrow. Whether we have a lesson more or a lesson
less, we shall always remain the same donkeys.”

“But what will the master say? ”

“The master may say what he likes. He is paid
on purpose to grumble all day.”

“And my mamma?.. .”

“ Mammas know nothing,” answered those bad lit-
tle boys.

“Do you know what I will do?” said Pinocchio.
“T have reasons for wishing to see the Dog-fish, but
I will go and see him when school is over.”

“Poor donkey!” exclaimed one of the number.
“Do you suppose that a fish of that size will wait
your convenience? As soon as he is tired of being
here he will start for another place, and then it will
be too late.”

“‘ How long does it take from here to the shore? ”
asked the puppet.

“We can be there and back in an hour.”

“Then away!” shouted Pinocchio, “and he who
runs fastest is the best!”

Having thus given the signal to start, the boys,
with their books and copy-books under their arms,
rushed off across the fields, and Pinocchio was
always the first —he seemed to have wings to his
feet.

From time to time he turned to jeer at his com-
panions, who were some distance behind, and seeing
them panting for breath, covered with dust and their
ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 161

tongues hanging out of their mouths, he laughed
heartily. The unfortunate boy little knew what ter-
rors and horrible disasters he was going to meet
with! ...





XXVII

GREAT FIGHT BETWEEN PINOCCHIO AND HIS COM-
PANIONS. ONE OF THEM IS WOUNDED, AND PI-
NOCCHIO IS ARRESTED BY THE GENDARMES

HEN he arrived on the shore Pinocchio
\ N looked out to sea; but he saw no Dog-fish.
The sea was as smooth as a great crystal
mirror.
“ Where is the Dog-fish? ” he asked, turning to his
companions.
“He must have gone to have his breakfast,” said
one of them, laughing.
“Or he has thrown himself on to his bed to have
a little nap,” added another, laughing still louder.
From their absurd answers and silly laughter Pinoc-
chio perceived that his companions had been making
a fool of him, in inducing him to believe a tale with
no truth init. Taking it very badly he said to them
angrily:
“And now may I ask what fun you could find in

deceiving me with the story of the Dog-fish?”
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“ Oh, it was great fun!” answered the little rascals
in chorus.

“ And in what did it consist? ”

“In making you miss school, and persuading you to
come with us. Are you not ashamed of being always
so punctual and so diligent with your lessons? Are
you not ashamed of studying so hard? ”

“ And if I study hard what concern is it of yours? ”

“It concerns us excessively, because it makes us
appear in a bad light to the master.”

“ Why? ”

“Because boys who study make those who, like us,
have no wish to learn seem worse by comparison.
And that is too bad. We too have our pride! .. .”

“Then what must I do to please you? ”

“You must follow our example and hate school,
lessons, and the master— our three greatest ene-
mies.”

“ And if I wish to continue my studies? ”

“In that case we will have nothing more to do
with you, and at the first opportunity we will make
you pay for it.”

“ Really,” said the puppet, shaking his head, “you
make me inclined to laugh.”

“ Eh, Pinocchio!” shouted the biggest of the boys,
confronting him. “None of your superior airs:
don’t come here to crow over us! . . . for if your are
not afraid of us, we are not afraid of you. Remember
that you are one against seven of us.”

“ Seven, like the seven deadly sins,” said Pinocchio
with a shout of laughter.
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“Listen to him! He has insulted us all! He
called us the seven deadly sins! .. .”

“ Pinocchio! beg pardon . . . or it will be the worse
for you! ...”

“Cuckoo!” sang the puppet, putting his forefinger
to the end of his nose scoffingly.

“ Pinocchio! it will end badly! .. .”

“Cuckoo!”

“You will get as many blows as a donkey! . . .”

“ Cuckoo!”

“ You will return home with a broken nose!.. .

“ Cuckoo!”

“Ah, you shall have the cuckoo from me!” said
the most courageous of the boys. “ Take that to be-
gin with, and keep it for your supper to-night.”

And so saying he gave him a blow on the head with
his fist.

But it was give and take; for the puppet, as was to
be expected, immediately returned the blow, and the
fight in a moment became general and desperate.

Pinocchio, although he was one alone, defended
himself like a hero. He used his feet, which were of
the hardest wood, to such purpose that he kept his
enemies at a respectful distance. Wherever they
touched they left a bruise by way of reminder.

The boys, becoming furious at not being able to
measure themselves hand to hand with the puppet,
had recourse to other weapons. Loosening their
satchels they commenced throwing their school-books
at him— grammars, dictionaries, spelling-books,
geography books, and other scholastic works. But
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Pinocchio was quick and had sharp eyes, and always
managed to duck in time, so that the books passed
over his head and all fell into the sea.

Imagine the astonishment of the fish! Thinking



Gave him a blow on the head with his fist

that the books were something to eat they all arrived
in shoals, but having tasted a page or two, or a fron-
tispiece, they spat it quickly out and made a wry
face that seemed to say: “ It isn’t food for us; we are
accustomed to something much better! ”

The battle meantime had become fiercer than ever,
when a big crab, who had come out of the water and
had climbed slowly up on to the shore, called out in
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a hoarse voice that sounded like a trumpet with a
bad cold:

“ Have done with that, you young ruffians, for you
are nothing else! These hand-to-hand fights between
boys seldom finish well. Some disaster is sure to
happen! .. .”

Poor crab! He might as well have preached to
the wind. Even that young rascal Pinocchio, turning
round, looked at him mockingly and said rudely:

“Hold your tongue, you tiresome crab! You had
better suck some liquorice lozenges to cure that cold
in your throat. Or better still, go to bed and try
to get a reaction!”

Just then.the boys, who had no more books of their
own to throw, spied at a little distance the satchel
that belonged to Pinocchio, and took possession of it
in less time than it takes to tell.

Amongst the books there was one bound in strong
cardboard with the back and points of parchment.
It was a Treatise on Arithmetic. I leave you to imag-
ine if it was big or not!

One of the boys seized this volume, and aiming at
Pinocchio’s head threw it at him with all the force he
could muster. But instead of hitting the puppet it
struck one of his companions on the temple, who,
turning as white as a sheet, said only:

“Oh, mother, help . . . Iam dying! . . .” and fell
his whole length on the sand. Thinking he was dead
the terrified boys ran off as hard as their legs could
carry them, and in a few minutes they were out of
sight.
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But Pinocchio remained. Although from grief and
fright he was more dead than alive, nevertheless he
ran and soaked his handkerchief in the sea and began
to bathe the temples of his poor schoolfellow. Cry-
ing bitterly in his despair he kept calling him by name
and saying to him:

“Eugene! ... my poor Eugene! ... open your
eyes and look at me! . . . why do you not answer?
I did not do it, indeed it was not I that hurt you so!
believe me, it was not! Open your eyes, Eugene.
. . . If you keep your eyes shut I shall die too... .
Oh! what shall I do? how shall I ever return home?
How can I ever have the courage to go back to my
good mamma? What will become of me?...
Where can fly to? ... Oh! how much better it
would have been, a thousand times better, if I had only
gone to school! ... Why did I listen to my com-
panions? they have been my ruin. The master said
to me, and my mamma repeated it often: ‘ Beware of

bad companions!’ But I am obstinate .. . a willful
fool. . . . I let them talk and then I always take my
own way! and I have to suffer for it... . And so,

ever since I have been in the world, I have never had
a happy quarter of an hour. Oh dear! what will be-
come of me, what will become of me, what will become
of me?...”

And Pinocchio began to cry and sob, and to strike
his head with his fists, and to call poor Eugene by his
name. Suddenly he heard the sound of approaching
footsteps.

He turned and saw two carabineers.
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“What are you doing there lying on the ground? ”
they asked Pinocchio.

“T am helping my schoolfellow.”

“ Has he been hurt?”

“So it seems.”

“ Hurt indeed!” said one of the carabineers, stoop-
ing down and examining Eugene closely. ‘“ This boy
has been wounded in the temple. Who wounded
him? ”

“ Not I,” stammered the puppet breathlessly.

“ Tf it was not you, who then did it?”

“Not I,” repeated Pinocchio.

“And with what was he wounded? ”

“With this book.” And the puppet picked up
from the ground the Treatise on Arithmetic, bound
in cardboard and parchment, and showed it to the
carabineer.

“ And to whom does this book belong? ”

“To me.”

“That is enough: nothing more is wanted. Get
up and come with us at once.”

“But I...”

“Come along with us!.. .

“But I am innocent... .”

“Come along with us!”

Before they left, the carabineers called some fisher-
men, who were passing at that moment near the
shore in their boat, and said to them:

“We give this boy who has been wounded in the
head into your charge. Carry him to your house and
nurse him. To-morrow we will come and see him.”

”
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They then turned to Pinocchio, and having placed
him between them they said to him in a commanding
voice:

“ Forward! and walk quickly! or it will be the worse
for you.”

Without requiring it to be repeated, the puppet set
out along the road leading to the village. But the
poor little devil hardly knew where he was. He
thought he must be dreaming, and what a dreadful
dream! He was beside himself. He saw double:
his legs shook: his tongue clung to the roof of his
mouth, and he could not uttera word. And yet in the
midst of his stupefaction and apathy his heart was
pierced by a cruel thorn — the thought that he would
have to pass under the windows of the good Fairy’s
house between the carabineers. He would rather
have died.

They had already reached the village when a gust
of wind blew Pinocchio’s cap off his head and carried
it ten yards off.

“ Will you permit me,” said the puppet to the cara-
bineers, “to go and get my cap?”

“Go, then; but be quick about it.”

The puppet went and picked up his cap .. . but
instead of putting it on his head he took it between his
teeth and began to run as hard as he could towards
the seashore.

The carabineers, thinking it would be difficult to
overtake him, sent after him a large mastiff who had
won the first prizes at all the dog-races. Pinocchio
ran, but the dog ran faster. The people came to their
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windows and crowded into the street in their anxiety
to see the end of the desperate race. But they could
not satisfy their curiosity, for Pinocchio and the dog
raised such clouds of dust that in a few minutes noth-
ing could be seen of either of them.




XXVIII

PINOCCHIO IS IN DANGER OF BEING FRIED IN A
FRYING-PAN LIKE A FISH

HERE came a moment in this desperate race

— a terrible moment when Pinocchio thought

himself lost: for you must know that Alidoro

— for so the mastiff was called — had run so swiftly
that he had nearly come up with him.

The puppet could hear the panting of the dreadful
beast close behind him; there was not a hand’s breadth
between them, he could even feel the dog’s hot breath.

Fortunately the shore was close and the sea but a
few steps off.

As soon as he reached the sands the puppet made a
wonderful leap —a frog could have done no better
—and plunged into the water.

Alidoro, on the contrary, wished to stop himself;
but carried away by the impetus of the race he also
went into the sea. The unfortunate dog could not
swim, but he made great efforts to keep himself afloat
with his paws; but the more he struggled the farther

he sank head downwards under the water.
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When he rose to the surface again his eyes were
rolling with terror, and he barked out:

“T am drowning! I am drowning!”

* Drown! ” shouted Pinocchio from a distance, see-
ing himself safe from all danger.

“Help me, dear Pinocchio! ...save me from
death! .. .”

At that agonizing cry the puppet, who had in
reality an excellent heart, was moved with compas-
sion, and turning to the dog he said:

“But if I save your life, will you promise to give
me no further annoyance, and not to run after
me?”

“T promise! Ipromise! Be quick, for pity’s sake,
for if you delay another half-minute I shall be dead.”

Pinocchio hesitated: but remembering that his
father had often told him that a good action is never
lost, he swam to Alidoro, and taking hold of his tail
with both hands brought him safe and soun‘ on to the
dry sand of the beach.

The poor dog could not stand. He had drunk,
against his will, so much salt water that he was like
aballoon. The puppet, however, not wishing to trust
him too far, thought it more prudent to jump again
into the water. When he had swum some distance
from the shore he called out to the friend he had res-
cued:

“Good-by, Alidoro; a good journey to you, and
take my compliments to all at home.”

“Good-by, Pinocchio,” answered the dog; “a
thousand thanks for having saved my life. You have
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done me a great service, and in this world what is
given is returned. If an occasion offers I shall not
forget it.”

Pinocchio swam on, keeping always near the land.
At last he thought that he had reached a safe place.
Giving a look along the shore he saw amongst the
rocks a kind of cave from which a cloud of smoke
was ascending.

“Tn that cave,” he said to himself, ‘‘ there must be
a fire. So much the better. I will go and dry and
warm myself, and then? . . . and then we shall see.”

Having taken this resolution he approached the
rocks; but as he was going to climb up, he felt some-
thing under the water that rose higher and higher and
carried him into the air. He tried to escape, but it
was too late, for to his extreme surprise, he found
himself enclosed in a great net, together with a swarm
of fish of every size and shape, who were flapping and
struggling like so many despairing souls.

At the same moment a fisherman came out of the
cave; he was so ugly, so horribly ugly, that he looked
like a sea monster. Instead of hair his head was
covered with a thick bush of green grass, his skin was
green, his eyes were green, his long beard that came
down to the ground was also green. He had the ap-
pearance of an immense lizard standing on its hind-
paws.

When the fisherman had drawn his net out of the
sea, he exclaimed with great satisfaction:

“Thank Heaven! Again to-day I shall have a
splendid feast of fish!”
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“ What a mercy that I am not a fish!” said Pinoc-
chio to himself, regaining a little courage.

The net full of fish was carried into the cave, which
was dark and smoky. In the middle of the cave a
large frying-pan full of oil was frying, and sending
out a smell of mushrooms that was suffocating.

“ Now we will see what fish we have taken!” said
the green fisherman; and putting into the net an
enormous hand, so out of all proportion that it looked
like a baker’s shovel, he pulled out a handful of
mullet.

“These mullet are good!” he said, looking at them
and smelling them complacently. And after he had
smelt them he threw them into a pan without
water.

He repeated the same operation many times; and
as he drew out the fish, his mouth watered and he
said, chuckling to himself:

“What good whiting! . . .”

“What exquisite sardines! .. .

“These soles are delicious! .. .

“And these crabs excellent! .. .”

“What dear little anchovies! .. .”

T need not tell you that the whiting, the sardines,
the soles, the crabs, and the anchovies were all thrown
promiscuously into the pan to keep company with
the mullet.

The last to remain in the net was Pinocchio.

No sooner had the fisherman taken him out than
he opened his big green eyes with astonishment, and
cried, half-frightened:

”

”


“What species of fish is this?”
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“What species of fish is this? Fish of this kind I
never remember to have eaten! ”

And he looked at him again attentively, and having
examined him well all over, he ended by saying:

“T know: he must be a craw-fish.”

Pinocchio, mortified at being mistaken for a craw-
fish, said in an angry voice:

“A craw-fish indeed! do you take me for a craw-
fish? what treatment! Let me tell you that Iam a
puppet.”

“A puppet?” replied the fisherman. “To tell the
truth, a puppet is quite a new fish for me. All the bet-
ter! I shall eat you with greater pleasure.”

“Eat me! but will you understand that I am not a
fish? Do you hear that I talk and reason as you
do?”

“ That is quite true,” said the fisherman; “ and as I
See that you are a fish possessed of the talent of talk-
ing and reasoning as I do, I will treat you with all
the attention that is your due.”

“And this attention? .. .”

“In token of my friendship and particular regard,
I will leave you the choice of how you would like to
be cooked. Would you like to be fried in the frying-
pan, or would you prefer to be stewed with tomato
sauce? ”

“To tell the truth,” answered Pinocchio, “if I am
to choose, I should prefer to be set at liberty and
to return home.”

“You are joking! Do you imagine that I would
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lose the opportunity of tasting such a rare fish? It
is not every day, I assure you, that a puppet fish is
caught in these waters. Leave it to me. I will fry
you in the frying-pan with the other Ssh, and you will
be quite satisfied. It is always consolation to be
fried in company.”

At this speech the unhappy Pinocchio began to cry
and scream and to implore for mercy; and he said,
sobbing: “ How much better it would have been if I
had gone to school! . . . I would listen to my com-
panions and now I am paying for it! Ih!... Ih!
$5.40 age

And he wriggled like an eel, and made indescribable
efforts to slip out of the clutches of the green fisher-
man. But it was useless: the fisherman took a long
strip of rush, and having bound his hands and feet as
if he had been a sausage, he threw him into the pan
with the other fish.

He then fetched a wooden bowl full of flour and
began to flour them each in turn, and as soon as they
were ready he threw them into the frying-pan.

The first to dance in the boiling oil were the poor
whiting; the crabs followed; then the sardines, then
the soles, then the anchovies, and at last it was Pinoc-
chio’s turn. Seeing himself so near death, and such a
horrible death, he was so frightened, and trembled so
violently, that he had neither voice nor breath left for
further entreaties.

But the poor boy implored with his eyes! The
green fisherman, however, without caring in the least,
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plunged him five or six times in the flour, until he was
white from head to foot, and looked like a puppet
made of plaster.

He then took him by the head, and...


XXIX

HE RETURNS TO THE FAIRY’S HOUSE. SHE PROM-
ISES HIM THAT THE FOLLOWING DAY HE SHALL
CEASE TO BE A PUPPET AND SHALL BECOME A
BOY. GRAND BREAKFAST OF COFFEE AND MILK
TO CELEBRATE THIS GREAT EVENT

ing Pinocchio into the frying-pan a large dog en-
tered the cave, enticed there by the strong and
savory odor of fried fish.

“Get out!” shouted the fisherman threateningly,
holding the floured puppet in his hand.

But the poor dog, who was as hungry as a wolf,
whined and wagged his tail as much as to say:

“Give me a mouthful of fish and I will leave you
in peace.”

“Get out, I tell you! ” repeated the fisherman, and
he stretched out his leg to give him a kick.

But the dog, who, when he was really hungry,
would not stand trifling, turned upon him, growling
and showing his terrible tusks.

At that moment a little feeble voice was heard in

the cave saying entreatingly:
180

J UST as the fisherman was on the point of throw-
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“Save me, Alidoro! I£ you do not save me I shall
be fried! .. .”

The dog recognized Pinocchio’s voice, and to his
extreme surprise perceived that it proceeded from
the floured bundle that the fisherman held in his hand.

So what do you think he did? He made a spring,
seized the bundle in his mouth, and holding it gently
between his teeth he rushed out of the cave and was
gone like a flash of lightning.

The fisherman, furious at seeing a fish he was so
anxious to eat snatched from him, ran after the dog;
but he had not gone many steps when he was taken
with a fit of coughing and had to give it up.

Alidoro, when he had reached the path that led to
the village, stopped, and put his friend Pinocchio
gently on the ground.

“How much I have to thank you for!” said the
puppet.

“There is no necessity,” replied the dog, “you
saved me and I have now returned it. You know
that we must all help each other in this world.”

“But how came you to come to the cave? ”

“T was lying on the shore more dead than alive
when the wind brought to me the smell of fried fish.
The smell excited my appetite, and I followed it up.
If I had arrived a second later . . .”

“Do not mention it!” groaned Pinocchio, who was
still trembling with fright. “Do not mention it!
If you had arrived a second later I should by this
time have been fried, eaten, and digested. Brrr!

. it makes me shudder only to think of it! .. .”
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Alidoro, laughing, extended his right paw to the
puppet, who shook it heartily in token of great friend-
ship, and they then separated.

The dog took the road home; and Pinocchio, left
alone, went to a cottage not far off, and said to a little
old man who was warming himself in the sun:



Seized the bundle in his mouth

“Tell me, good man, do you know anything of a
poor boy called Eugene who was wounded in the
head? .. .”

“The boy was brought by some fishermen to this
cottage, and now... .”

“ And now he is dead! . . .” interrupted Pinocchio
with great sorrow.
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“No, he is alive, and has returned to his home.”

“ Not really? not really? ” cried the puppet, dancing
with delight. “Then the wound was not. seri-
ous? ...”

“It might have been very serious and even fatal,”
answered the little old man, “ for they threw a thick
book bound in cardboard at his head.”

“ And who threw it at him? ”

“One of his schoolfellows, a certain Pinocchio. . wig?

“And who is this Pinocchio?” asked the puppet,
pretending ignorance.

“They say that he is a bad boy, a vagabond, a
regular good-for-nothing. . . .”

“Calumnies! all calumnies! ”

“Do you know this Pinocchio? ”

“ By sight!” answered the puppet.

“And what is your opinion of him?” asked the
little man.

“ He seems to me to be a very good boy, anxious to
learn, and obedient and affectionate to his father and
family... .”

Whilst the puppet was firing off all these lies, he
touched his nose and perceived that it had lengthened
more than a hand. Very much alarmed he began to
cry out:

“ Don’t believe, good man, what I have been telling
you. I know Pinocchio very well, and I can assure
you that he is really a very bad boy, disobedient and
idle, who instead of going to school runs off with his
companions to amuse himself.”

He had hardly finished speaking when his nose be-
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came shorter and returned to the same size that it
was before.

“ And why are you all covered with white? ” asked
the old man suddenly.

“T will tell you. . . . Without observing it I rubbed
myself against a wall which had been freshly white-
washed,” answered the puppet, ashamed to confess
that he had been floured like a fish prepared for the
frying-pan.

“And what have you done with your jacket, your
trousers, and your cap? ”

“T met with robbers who took them from me,
Tell me, good old man, could you perhaps give me
some clothes to return home in? ”

“ My boy, as to clothes, I have nothing but a little
sack in which I keep beans. If you wish for it, take
it; there it is.”

Pinocchio did not wait to be told twice. He took
the sack at once, and with a pair of scissors he cut a
hole at the end and at each side, and put it on like a
shirt. And with this slight clothing he set off for the
village.

But as he went he did not feel at all comfortable —
so little so, indeed, that for a step forward he took
another backwards, and he said, talking to him-
self:

“ How shall I ever present myself to my good little
Fairy? What will she say when she sees me?...
Will she forgive me this second escapade? . . . I bet
that she will not forgive me! Oh, I am sure that she
will not forgive me! ... And it serves me right,
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for Tama rascal. I am always promising to correct
myself, and I never keep my word! .. .

When he reached the village it was night and very
dark. A storm had come on, and as the rain was
coming down in torrents he went straight to the
Fairy’s house, resolved to knock at the door, and
hoping to be let in.

But when he was there his courage failed him, and
instead of knocking he ran away some twenty paces.
He returned to the door a second time, but could not
make up his mind; he came back a third time, still he
dared not; the fourth time he laid hold of the knocker
and, trembling, gave a little knock.

He waited and waited. At last, after half an hour
had passed, a window on the top floor was opened —
the house was four stories high — and Pinocchio saw
a big Snail with a lighted candle on her head looking
out. She called to him:

“Who is there at this hour? ”

“Is the Fairy at home?” asked the puppet.

“The Fairy is asleep and must not be awakened;
but who are you?”

“Tt is I!”

“Who is I?”

“ Pinocchio.”

“And who is Pinocchio? ”

“The puppet who lives in the Fairy’s house.”

“Ah, I understand!” said the Snail. “Wait for
me there, I will come down and open the door di-
rectly.”

“ Be quick, for pity’s sake, for I am dying of cold.”
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“My boy, I am a snail, and snails are never in a
hurry.”

An hour passed, and then two, and the door was
not opened. Pinocchio, who was wet through and
trembling from cold and fear, at last took courage
and knocked again, and this time he knocked
louder.

At this second knock a window on the lower story
opened, and the same Snail appeared at it.

“ Beautiful little Snail,” cried Pinocchio from the
street, “I have been waiting for two hours! And
two hours on such a bad night seem longer than two
years. Be quick, for pity’s sake.”

“My boy,” answered the calm, phlegmatic little
animal —“ my boy, I am a snail, and snails are never
in a hurry.”

And the window was shut again.

Shortly afterwards midnight struck; then one
o'clock, then two o’clock, and the door remained still
closed.

Pinocchio at last, losing all patience, seized the
knocker in a rage, intending to give a blow that would
resound through the house. But the knocker, which
was iron, turned suddenly into an eel, and slipping
out of his hands disappeared in the stream of water
that ran down the middle of the street.

“Ah! is that it?” shouted Pinocchio, blind with
rage. “Since the knocker has disappeared, I will
kick instead with all my might.”

And drawing a little back he gave a tremendous
kick against the house door. The blow was indeed
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so violent that his foot went through the wood and
stuck; and when he tried to draw it back again it
was trouble thrown away, for it remained fixed like
a nail that has been hammered down.

Think of poor Pinocchio! He was obliged to
spend the remainder of the night with one foot on
the ground and the other in the air.

The following morning at daybreak the door was
at last opened. That clever little Snail had taken
only nine hours to come down from the fourth story
to the house door. It is evident that her exertions
must have been great.

“What are you doing with your foot stuck in the
door?” she asked the puppet, laughing.

“It was an accident. Do try, beautiful little Snail,
if you cannot release me from this torture.”

“My boy, that is the work of a carpenter, and I
have never been a carpenter.”

“Beg the Fairy from me! .. .

“The Fairy is asleep and must not be wakened.”

“But what do you suppose that I can do all day
nailed to this door?”

“Amuse yourself by counting the ants that pass
down the street.”

“Bring me at least something to eat, for I am quite
exhausted.”

“ At once,” said the Snail.

In fact, after three hours and a half she returned to
Pinocchio carrying a silver tray on her head. The
tray contained a loaf of bread, a roast chicken, and
four ripe apricots.

”
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“ Here is the breakfast that the Fairy has sent you,”
said the Snail.

The puppet felt very much comforted at the sight
of these good things. But when he began to eat
them, what was his disgust at making the discovery
that the bread was plaster, the chicken cardboard, and
the four apricots painted alabaster.



The Snail returned carrying a silver tray

He wanted to cry. In his desperation he tried to
throw away the tray and all that was on it; but in-
stead, either from grief or exhaustion, he fainted
away.

When he came to himself he found that he was ly-
ing on a sofa, and the Fairy was beside him.

“ T will pardon you once more,” the Fairy said, “ but
woe to you if you behave badly a third time! .. .”

Pinocchio promised, and swore that he would study,
and that for the future he would always conduct him-
self well.
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And he kept his word for the remainder of the year.
Indeed, at the examinations before the holidays, he
had the honor of being the first in the school, and his
behavior in general was so satisfactory and praise-
worthy that the Fairy was very much pleased, and
said to him:

“To-morrow your wish shall be gratified.”

“ And that is? ”

“To-morrow you shall cease to be a wooden pup-
pet, and you shall become a boy.”

No one who had not witnessed it could ever imagine
Pinocchio’s joy at this long-sighed-for good fortune.
All his schoolfellows were to be invited for the fol-
lowing day to a grand breakfast at the Fairy’s house,
that they might celebrate together the great event.
The Fairy had prepared two hundred cups of coffee
and milk, and four hundred rolls cut and buttered on
each side. The day promised to be most happy and
delightful, but...

Unfortunately in the lives of puppets there is al-
ways a “but” that spoils everything.



XXX

PINOCCHIO, INSTEAD OF BECOMING A BOY, STARTS
SECRETLY WITH HIS FRIEND CANDLEWICK FOR
THE “LAND OF BOOBIES”

INOCCHIO, as was natural, asked the Fairy’s
Pp permission to go round the town to make the
invitations ; and the Fairy said to him:

“Go if you like and invite your companions for the
breakfast to-morrow, but remember to return home
before dark. Have you understood? ”

“T promise to be back in an hour,” answered the
puppet.

“Take care, Pinocchio! Boys are always very
ready to promise; but generally they are little given to
keep their word.”

“But I am not like other boys. When I say a
thing, I do it.”

“We shall see. If you are disobedient, so much
the worse for you.”

ce Why? ”

“Because boys who do not listen to the advice of
those who know more than they do always meet with

some misfortune or other.”
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192 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

“TI have experienced that,” said Pinocchio. “But
I shall never make that mistake again.”

“ We shall see if that is true.”

Without saying more the puppet took leave of his
good Fairy, who was like a mamma to him, and went
out of the house singing and dancing.

In less than an hour all his friends were invited.
. Some accepted at once heartily; others at first re-
- quired pressing; but when they heard that the rolls
to be eaten with the coffee were to be buttered on
both sides, they ended by saying:

“ We will come also, to do you a pleasure.”

Now I must tell you that amongst Pinocchio’s
friends and schoolfellows there was one that he
greatly preferred and was very fond of. This boy’s
name was Romeo; but he always went by the nick-
name of Candlewick, because he was so thin, straight,
and bright like the new wick of a little nightlight.

Candlewick was the laziest and the naughtiest boy
in the school; but Pinocchio was devoted to him.
He had indeed gone at once to his house to invite him
to the breakfast, but he had not found him. He re-
turned a second time, but Candlewick was not there.
He went a third time, but it was in vain. Where
could he search for him? He looked here, there, and
everywhere, and at last he saw him hiding in the porch
of a peasant’s cottage.

“What are you doing there?” asked Pinocchio,
coming up to him.

“T am waiting for midnight, to start...’

“Why, where are you going?”

?
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“Very far, very far, very far away.”

“And I have been three times to your house to
look for you.”

“What did you want with me?”

“Do you not know the great event? Have you
not heard of my good fortune? ”

“What is it?”

“To-morrow I cease to be a puppet, and I become
a boy like you, and like all the other boys.”

“Much good may it do you.”

“To-morrow, therefore, I expect you to breakfast
at my house.”

“But when I tell you'that I am going away to-
night.”

“At what o’clock? ”

“In a short time.”

“And where are you going?”

“TIT am going to live in a country ... the most
delightful country in the world: a real land of
Cocagne! .. .”

“ And how is it called? ”

“It is called the ‘Land of Boobies.’ Why do you
not come too?”

“TIT? No, never!”

“You are wrong, Pinocchio. Believe me, if you
do not come you will repent it. Where could you
find a better country for us boys? There are no
schools there: there are no masters: there are no
books. In that delightful land nobody ever studies.
On Thursday there is never school; and every week
consists of six Thursdays and one Sunday. Only
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think, the autumn holidays begin on the first of Janu-
ary and finish on the last day of December. That is
the country forme! That is what all civilized coun-
tries should be like! .. .”

“But how are the days spent in the ‘Land of
Boobies ’? ”

“They are spent in play and amusement from
morning till night. When night comes you go to bed,
and recommence the same life in the morning. What
do you think of it?”

“Hum! ...” said Pinocchio; and he shook his
head slightly as much as to say, “ That is a life that
I also would willingly lead.”

“ Well, will you go with me? Yesorno? Resolve
quickly.”

“No, no, no, and again no. I promised my good
Fairy to become a well-conducted boy, and I will keep
my word. And as I see that the sun is setting I must
leave you at once and run away. Good-by, and a
pleasant journey to you.”

“ Where are you rushing off to in such a hurry? ”

“Home. My good Fairy wishes me to be back be-
fore dark.”

“Wait another two minutes.”

“ It will make me too late.”

“ Only two minutes.”

“ And if the Fairy scolds me? ”

“Let her scold. When she has scolded well she
will hold her tongue,” said that rascal Candlewick.

“And what are you going to do? Are you going
alone or with companions? ”
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“Alone? We shall be more than a hundred boys.”

“ And do you make the journey on foot? ”

“A coach will pass by shortly which is to take me
to that happy country.”

“What would I not give for the coach to pass by
now!...”

6e Why? 9

“That I might see you all start together.”

“ Stay here a little longer and you will see us.”

“No, no, I must go home.”

“ Wait another two minutes.”

“T have already delayed too long. The Fairy will
be anxious about me.”

“Poor Fairy! Is she afraid that the bats will eat
you?”

“But now,” continued Pinocchio, “are you really
certain that there are no schools in that coun-
WY eae

“ Not even the shadow of one.”

“ And no masters either? .. .”

“ Not one.”

“And no one is ever made to study?”

“ Never, never, never! ”

“ What a delightful country!” said Pinocchio, his
mouth watering. “ What a delightful country! I
have never been there, but I can quite imagine
Heri

“Why will you not come also?”

“It is useless to tempt me. I promised my good
Fairy to become a sensible boy, and I will not break
my word.”
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“Good-by, then, and give my compliments to all
the boys at the gymnasiums, and also to those of the
lyceums, if you meet them in the street.”

“ Good-by, Candlewick: a pleasant journey to you,
amuse yourself, and think sometimes of your friends.”

Thus saying, the puppet made two steps to go, but
then stopped, and turning to his friend he inquired:

“But are you quite certain that in that country
_ all the weeks consist of six Thursdays and one Sun-
day?”

“ Most certain.”

“But do you know for certain that the holidays be-
gin on the first of January and finish on the last day
of December? ”

“ Assuredly.”

“What a delightful country!” repeated Pinocchio,
looking enchanted. Then, with a resolute air, he
added in a great hurry:

“This time really good-by, and a pleasant journey
to you.”

“ Good-by.”

“When do you start?”

“ Shortly.”

“What a pity! If really it wanted only an hour to
the time of your start, I should be almost tempted to
wait.”

“ And the Fairy?”

“It is already late. . . . If I return home an hour
sooner or an hour later it will be all the same.”

“Poor Pinocchio! And if the Fairy scolds you?”

“TI must have patience! I will let her scold.
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When she has scolded well she will hold her tongue.”
In the meantime night had come on and it was quite
dark. Suddenly they saw in the distance a small light



“What a delightful country! ... What a delightful country!”

moving ... and they heard a noise of talking, and
the sound of a trumpet, but so small and feeble that it
resembled the hum of a mosquito.
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“Here it is!” shouted Candlewick, jumping to his
feet.

“What is it? ” asked Pinocchio in a whisper.

“tis the coach coming to take me. Now will you
come, yes or no?”

“ But is it really true,” asked the puppet, “that in
that country boys are never obliged to study? ”

“* Never, never, never!”

“What a delightful country! . . . What a delight-
ful country! ... What a delightful country! ”




XXXII

AFTER FIVE MONTHS’ RESIDENCE IN THE LAND OF
COCAGNE, PINOCCHIO, TO HIS GREAT ASTONISH-
MENT, GROWS A BEAUTIFUL PAIR OF DONKEY’S
EARS, AND HE BECOMES A LITTLE DONKEY, TAIL
AND ALL

making the slightest noise, for its wheels were
bound round with tow and rags.

It was drawn by twelve pairs of donkeys, all the
same size but of different colors.

Some were gray, some white, some brindled like
pepper and salt, and others had large stripes of yellow
and blue.

But the most extraordinary thing was this: the
twelve pairs, that is, the twenty-four donkeys, instead
of being shod like other beasts of burden, had on their
feet men’s boots made of white kid.

And the coachman?.. .

Picture to yourself a little man broader than he was
long, flabby and greasy like a lump of butter, with a
small round face like an orange, a little mouth that

was always laughing, and a soft caressing voice like a
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\ T last the coach arrived; and it arrived without
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cat when she is trying to insinuate herself into the
good graces of the mistress of the house.

All the boys as soon as they saw him fell in love
with him, and vied with each other in taking places
in his coach to be conducted to the true land of



And the coachman

Cocagne, known on the geographical map by the
seducing name of the “ Land of Boobies.”

The coach was in fact quite full of boys between
eight and twelve years old, heaped one upon another
like herrings in a barrel. They were uncomfortable,
packed close together and could hardly breathe: but
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nobody said Oh! — nobody grumbled. The consola-
tion of knowing that in a few hours they would reach
a country where there were no books, no schools, and
no masters, made them so happy and resigned that
they felt neither fatigue nor inconvenience, neither
hunger, nor thirst, nor want of sleep.

As soon as the coach had drawn up the little man
turned to Candlewick, and with a thousand smirks
and grimaces said to him, smiling:

“Tell me, my fine boy, would you also like to go
to that fortunate country? ”

“T certainly wish to go.”

“But I must warn you, my dear child, that there
is not a place left in the coach. You can see for
yourself that it is quite full...”

“No matter,” replied Candlewick; “if there is no
place inside, I will manage to sit on the springs.”

And giving a leap he seated himself astride on the
springs.

“And you, my love! ...” said the little man,
turning in a flattering manner to Pinocchio, “ what do
you intend to do? Are you coming with us, or are
you going to remain behind? ”

“JT remain behind,” answered Pinocchio. “I am
going home. I intend to study and to earn a good
character at school, as all well-conducted boys
do.”

“Much good may it do you! ”

* Pinocchio! ” called out Candlewick, “listen to me:
come with us and we shall have such fun.”

“ No, no, no!”
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“Come with us, and we shall have such fun,” cried
four other voices from the inside of the coach.

“Come with us, and we shall have such fun,”
shouted in chorus a hundred voices from the inside
of the coach.

“But if I come with you, what will my good Fairy
say?” said the puppet, who was beginning to yield.

“Do not trouble your head with melancholy
_ thoughts. Consider only that we are going to a
country where we shall be at liberty to run riot from
morning till night.”

Pinocchio did not answer; but he sighed: he sighed
again: he sighed for the third time, and he said
finally:

“ Make a little room for me, for I am coming too.”

“The places are all full,” replied the little man;
“but to show you how welcome you are, you shall
have my seat on the box .. .”

“And you? <3."

“Oh, I will go on foot.”

“No, indeed, I could not allow that. I would
rather mount one of these donkeys,” cried Pinocchio.

Approaching the right-hand donkey of the first pair
he attempted to mount him, but the animal turned on
him, and giving him a great blow in the stomach
rolled him over with his legs in the air.

You can imagine the impertinent and immoderate
laughter of all the boys who witnessed this scene.

But the little man did not laugh. He approached
the rebellious donkey and, pretending to give him a
kiss, bit off half of his ear.
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Pinocchio in the meantime had got up from the
ground in a fury, and with a spring he seated himself
on the poor animal’s back. And he sprang so well
that the boys stopped laughing and began to shout:
“ Hurrah, Pinocchio!” and they clapped their hands
and applauded him as if they would never finish.

But the donkey suddenly kicked up his hind-legs,
and backing violently threw the poor puppet into the
middle of the road on to a heap of stones.

The roars of laughter recommenced: but the little
man, instead of laughing, felt such affection for the
restive ass that he kissed him again, and as he did so
he bit half of his other ear clean off. He then said
to the puppet:

“Mount him now without fear. That little donkey
had got some whim into his head; but I whispered
two little words into his ears which have, I hope, made
him gentle and reasonable.”

Pinocchio mounted, and the coach started.
Whilst the donkeys were galloping and the coach was
rattling over the stones of the high road, the puppet
thought that he heard a low voice that was scarcely
intelligible saying to him:

“Poor fool! you would follow your own way, but
you will repent it!”

Pinocchio, feeling almost frightened, looked from
side to side to try and discover where these words
could come from: but he saw nobody. The donkeys
galloped, the coach rattled, the boys inside slept,
Candlewick snored like a dormouse, and the little man
seated on the box sang between his teeth:
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“ During the night all sleep,
But I sleep never .. .”

After they had gone another mile, Pinocchio heard
the same little low voice saying to him:

“Bear it in mind, simpleton! Boys who refuse to
study, and turn their backs upon books, schools, and
masters, to pass their time in play and amusement,
sooner or later come to a bad end. . . . I know it by
experience ... andIcan tell you. A day will come
when you will weep as I am weeping now... but
then it will be too late! .. .”

On hearing these words whispered very softly the
puppet, more frightened than ever, sprang down from
the back of his donkey and went and took hold of his
mouth.

Imagine his surprise when he found that the don-
key was crying . . . and he was crying like a boy!

“Eh! Sir Coachman,” cried Pinocchio to the little
man, “here is an extraordinary thing! This donkey
is crying.”

“Let him cry; he will laugh when he is a bride-
groom.”

“But have you by chance taught him to talk? ”

“No; but he spent three years in a company of
learned dogs, and he learnt to mutter a few words.”

“ Poor beast!”

“Come, come,” said the little man, “don’t let us
waste time in seeing a donkey cry. Mount him and
let us go on: the night is cold and the road is long.”

Pinocchio obeyed without another word. In the

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morning about daybreak they arrived safely in the
“ Land of Boobies.”

It was a country unlike any other country in the
world. The population was composed entirely of
boys. The oldest were fourteen, and the youngest
scarcely eight years old. In the streets there was
such merriment, noise, and shouting, that it was
enough to turn anybody’s head. There were troops
of boys everywhere. Some were playing with nuts,
some with battledores, some with balls. Some rode
velocipedes, others wooden horses. A party were
playing at hide and seek, a few were chasing each
other. Boys dressed in straw were eating lighted
tow; some were reciting, some singing, some leaping.
Some were amusing themselves with walking on
their hands with their feet in the air; others were
trundling hoops, or strutting about dressed as gen-
erals, wearing leaf helmets and commanding a
squadron of cardboard soldiers. Some were laughing,
some shouting, some were calling out; others clapped
their hands, or whistled, or clucked like a hen who
has just laid an egg. To sum it all up, it was such
a pandemonium, such a bedlam, such an uproar, that
not to be deafened it would have been necessary to
stuff one’s ears with cotton wool. In every square,
canvas theaters had been erected, and they were
crowded with boys from morning till evening. On
the walls of the houses there were inscriptions written
in charcoal: “ Long live playthings, we will have no
more schools: down with arithmetic”: and similar
other fine sentiments, all in bad spelling.
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Pinocchio, Candlewick, and the other boys who had
made the journey with the little man, had scarcely set
foot in the town before they were in the thick of the
tumult, and I need not tell you that in a few minutes
they had made acquaintance with everybody. Where
could happier or more contented boys be found?

In the midst of continual games and every variety
of amusement, the hours, the days, and the weeks
passed like lightning.

“ Oh, what a delightful life! ” said Pinocchio, when-
ever by chance he met Candlewick.

“See, then, if I was not right? ” replied the other.
“And to think that you did not want to come! To
think that you had taken it into your head to return
home to your Fairy, and to lose your time in study-
ing! ... If you are at this moment free from the
bother of books and school, you must acknowledge
that you owe it to me, to my advice and to my persua-
sions. It is only friends who know how to render
such great services.”

“It is true, Candlewick! If I am now a really
happy boy, it is all your doing. But do you know
what the master used to say when he talked to me of
you? Healwayssaidtome: ‘Do not associate with
that rascal Candlewick, for he is a bad companion, and
will only lead you into mischief! . . .”

“Poor master!” replied the other, shaking his
head. “I know only too well that he disliked me,
and amused himself by calumniating me; but I am
generous and I forgive him!”

“Noble soul!” said Pinocchio, embracing his
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friend affectionately, and kissing him between the
eyes.

This delightful life had gone on for five months.
The days had been entirely spent in play and
amusement, without a thought of books or school,
when one morning Pinocchio awoke to a most dis-
agreeable surprise that put him into a very bad hu-
mor.




XXXII

PINOCCHIO GETS DONKEY’S EARS; AND THEN HE
BECOMES A REAL LITTLE DONKEY AND BEGINS
TO BRAY

HAT was this surprise?
W I will tell you, my dear little readers,

The surprise was that Pinocchio when he
awoke scratched his head; and in scratching his head
he discovered. . . . Can you guess in the least what
he discovered?

He discovered to his great astonishment that his
ears had grown more than a hand.

You know that the puppet from his birth had al-
ways had very small ears — so small that they were
not visible to the naked eye. You can imagine then
what he felt when he found that during the night his
ears had become so long that they seemed like two

brooms.
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He went at once in search of a glass that he might
look at himself, but not being able to find one he
filled the basin of his washing-stand with water, and
he saw reflected what he certainly would never have



His head embellished with donkey’s ears

wished to see. He saw his head embellished with a
magnificent pair of donkey’s ears!

Only think of poor Pinocchio’s sorrow, shame, and
despair!
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He began to cry and roar, and he beat his head
against the wall; but the more he cried the longer his
ears grew: they grew, and grew, and became hairy
towards the points.

At the sound of his loud outcries a beautiful little
Marmot that lived on the first floor came into the
room. Seeing the puppet in such grief she asked

earnestly:

“What has happened to you, my dear fellow-
lodger?”

“T am ill, my dear little Marmot, very ill . . . and

of an illness that frightens me. Do you understand
counting a pulse? ”

“A little.”

“Then feel and see if by chance I have got fever.”

The little Marmot raised her right fore-paw; and
after having felt Pinocchio’s pulse she said to him,
sighing:

“ My friend, I am grieved to be obliged to give you
bad news! .. .”

“What is it?”

“You have got a very bad fever! .

“ What fever is it?”

“It is donkey fever.”

“That is a fever that I do not understand,” said
the puppet, but he understood it only too well.

“Then I will explain it to you,” said the Marmot.
“You must know that in two or three hours you
will be no longer a puppet, or a boy... .”

“Then what shall I be? ”

“In two or three hours you will become really and

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. threw the poor puppet into the middle of

“The donkey ..

(see p. 203).

the road ”
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truly a little donkey, like those that draw carts and
carry cabbages and salad to market.”

“Oh! unfortunate that I am! unfortunate that I
am!” cried Pinocchio, seizing his two ears with his
hands, and pulling them and tearing them furiously
as if they had been some one else’s ears.

“My dear boy,” said the Marmot, by way of con-
soling him, “what can you do to prevent it? It is
destiny. It is written in the decrees of wisdom that
all boys who are lazy, and who take a dislike to books,
to schools, and to masters, and who pass their time in
amusement, games, and diversions, must end sooner
or later by becoming transformed into so many little
donkeys.”

“ But is it really so? ” asked the puppet, sobbing.

“It is indeed only too true! And tears are now
useless. You should have thought of it sooner! ”

“ But it was not my fault: believe me, little Marmot,
the fault was all Candlewick’s! .. .”

“ And who is this Candlewick? ”

“One of my schoolfellows. I wanted to return
home: I wanted to be obedient. I wished to study
and to earn a good character . . . but Candlewick
said to me: ‘Why should you bother yourself by
studying? Why should you go to school?...
Come with us instead to the “Land of Boobies”:
there we shall none of us have to learn: there we
shall amuse ourselves from morning to night, and we
shall always be merry.’ ”

“And why did you follow the advice of that false
friend? of that bad companion? ”
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“Why? ... Because, my dear little Marmot, I
am a puppet with no sense ... and with no heart.
Ah! if I had had the least heart I should never have
left that good Fairy who loved me like a mamma, and
who had done so much for me! . . . and I should be
no longer a puppet . . . for I should by this time have
become a little boy like so many others! But if I
meet Candlewick, woe to him! He shall hear what I
think ofhim! .. .”

And he turned to go out. But when he reached the
door he remembered his donkey’s ears, and feeling
ashamed to show them in public, what do you think
he did? He took a big cotton cap, and putting it
on his head he pulled it well down over the point of
his nose.

He then set out, and went everywhere in search
of Candlewick. He looked for him in the streets, in
the squares, in the little theaters, in every possible
place; but he could not find him, He inquired for
him of everybody he met, but no one had seen him.

He then went to seek him at his house; and hav-
ing reached the door he knocked.

“Who is there?” asked Candlewick from within.

“Tt is I!” answered the puppet.

“ Wait a moment and I will let you in.”

After half an hour the door was opened, and
imagine Pinocchio’s feelings when upon going into
the room he saw his friend Candlewick with a big cot-
ton cap on his head which came down over his nose.

At the sight of the cap Pinocchio felt almost con-
soled, and thought to himself:
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“Has my friend got the same illness that I have?
Is he also suffering from donkey fever? .. .”

And pretending to have observed nothing he asked
him, smiling:

“ How are you, my dear Candlewick?”

“Very well; as well as a mouse in a Parmesan
cheese.”

“ Are you saying that seriously? ”

“ Why should I tell you a lie? ”

“ Excuse me; but why, then, do you keep that cot-
ton cap on your head which covers up your ears?”

“The doctor ordered me to wear it because I have
hurt this knee. And you, dear puppet, why have you
got on that cotton cap pulled down over your nose? ”

“The doctor prescribed it because I have grazed
my foot.”

“Oh, poor Pinocchio! ...

“ Oh, poor Candlewick! . . .”

After these words a long silence followed, during
which the two friends did nothing but look mockingly
at each other.

At last the puppet said in a soft mellifluous voice
to his companion:

“Satisfy my curiosity, my dear Candlewick: have
you ever suffered from disease of the ears? ”

“Never! ... And you?”

“Never! Only since this morning one of my ears
aches.”

“ Mine is also paining me.”

“You also? ... And which of your ears hurts
you?”

”
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“Both of them. And you?”

“Both of them. Can we have got the same ill-
ness?”

4 féar.so,.”

“Will you do me a kindness, Candlewick? ”

“ Willingly! With all my heart.”

“Will you let me see your ears?”

“Why not? But first, my dear Pinocchio, I should
like to see yours.”

“No: you must be the first.”

“No, dear! First you and then I!”

“ Well,” said the puppet, “let us come to an agree-
ment like good friends.”

“ Let us hear it.”

“We will both take off our caps at the same mo-
ment. Do you agree?”

‘aL agree.”

“Then attention! ”

And Pinocchio began to count in a loud voice:

“One! Two! Three!”

At the word three! the two boys took off their caps
and threw them into the air.

And then a scene followed that would seem in-
credible if it was not true. That is, that when Pinoc-
chio and Candlewick discovered that they were both
struck with the same misfortune, instead of feeling
full of mortification and grief, they began to prick
their ungainly ears and to make a thousand antics,
and they ended by going into bursts of laughter.

And they laughed, and laughed, and laughed, un-
til they had to hold themselves together. But in
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the midst of their merriment, Candlewick suddenly
stopped, staggered, and changing color said to his
friend:

“Help, help, Pinocchio! ”

“What is the matter with you?”

“ Alas, I cannot any longer stand upright.”

“No more can I,” exclaimed Pinocchio, tottering
and beginning to cry.

And whilst they were talking they both doubled
up and began to run round the room on their hands
and feet. And as they ran, their hands became hoofs,
their faces lengthened into muzzles, and their backs
became covered with a light gray hairy coat sprinkled
with black.

But do you know what was the worst moment for
these two wretched boys? The worst and the most
humiliating moment was when their tails grew.
Vanquished by shame and sorrow they wept and la-
mented their fate.

Oh, if they had but been wiser! But instead of
sighs and lamentations they could only bray like
asses; and they brayed loudly and said in chorus:
“j-a, j-a, j-a.”

Whilst this was going on some one knocked at
the door, and a voice on the outside said:

“Open the door! I am the little man, I am the
coachman, who brought you to this country. Open
at once, or it will be the worse for you! ”



XXXITI

PINOCCHIO, HAVING BECOME A GENUINE LITTLE
DONKEY, IS TAKEN TO BE SOLD, AND IS BOUGHT
BY THE DIRECTOR OF A COMPANY OF BUEF-
FOONS TO BE TAUGHT TO DANCE, AND TO JUMP
THROUGH HOOPS: BUT ONE EVENING HE LAMES
HIMSELF, AND THEN HE IS BOUGHT BY A MAN
WHO PURPOSES TO MAKE A DRUM OF HIS SKIN

man burst it open with a violent kick, and
coming into the room he said to Pinocchio and
Candlewick with his usual little laugh:
“Well done, boys! You brayed well, and I recog-
nized you by your voices. That is why I am here.”
At these words the two little donkeys were quite
stupefied, and stood with their heads down, their ears
lowered, and their tails between their legs.
At first the little man stroked and caressed them;
then taking out a currycomb he currycombed them
well. And when by this process he had polished

them till they shone like two mirrors, he put a halter
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Pe mes that the door remained shut the little
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round their necks and led them to the market-place,
in hopes of selling them and making a good profit.

And indeed buyers were not wanting. Candlewick
was bought by a peasant whose donkey had died the
previous day. Pinocchio was sold to the director of
a company of buffoons and tight-rope dancers, who
bought him that he might teach him to leap and to
dance with the other animals belonging to the com-
pany.

And now, my little readers, you will have under-
stood the fine trade that little man pursued. The
wicked little monster, who had a face all milk and
honey, made frequent journeys round the world with
his coach. As he went along he collected, with
promises and flattery, all the idle boys who had taken
an aversion to books and school. As soon as his
coach was full he conducted them to the “ Land of
Boobies,” that they might pass their time in games, in
uproar, and in amusement. When these poor, de-
luded boys, from continual play and no study, had be-
come so many little donkeys, he took possession of
them with great delight and satisfaction, and carried
them off to the fairs and markets to be sold. And in
this way he had in a few years made heaps of money
and had become a millionaire.

What became of Candlewick I do not know; but I
do know that Pinocchio from the very first day had
to endure a very hard, laborious life.

When he was put into his stall his master filled
the manger with straw; but Pinocchio, having tried
a mouthful, spat it out again.
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Then his master, grumbling, filled the manger with
hay ; but neither did the hay please him.

“Ah!” exclaimed his master in a passion. “ Does
not hay please you either? Leave it to me, my fine
donkey ; if you are so full of caprices I will find a way
to cure you! .. .”

And by way of correcting him he struck his legs
with his whip.

Pinocchio began to cry and to bray with pain, and
he said, braying:

“J-a, j-a, I cannot digest straw! .. .

“Then eat hay!” said his master, who understood
perfectly the asinine dialect.

“ J-a, j-a, hay gives me a pain in my stomach.”

“ Do you mean to pretend that a little donkey like
you must be kept on breasts of chickens, and capons
in jelly?” asked his master, getting more and more
angry, and whipping him again.

At this second whipping Pinocchio prudently held
his tongue and said nothing more.

The stable was then shut and Pinocchio was left
alone. He had not eaten for many hours, and he be-
gan to yawn from hunger. And when he yawned he
opened a mouth that seemed as wide as an oven.

At last, finding nothing else in the manger, he re-
signed himself, and chewed a little hay; and after he
had chewed it well, he shut his eyes and swallowed
it.

“This hay is not bad,” he said to himself; “but
how much better it would have been if I had gone on
with my studies! . . . Instead of hay I might now be

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eating a hunch of new bread and a fine slice of saus-
age! ButI must have patience! .. .”

The next morning when he woke he looked in the
manger for a little more hay; but he found none, for
he had eaten it all during the night.

Then he took a mouthful of chopped straw; but
whilst he was chewing it he had to acknowledge that
the taste of chopped straw did not in the least re-
semble a savory dish of macaroni or rice.

“But I must have patience!” he repeated as he
went on chewing. “ May my example serve at least
as a warning to all disobedient boys who do not want
to study. Patience! ... patience! .. .”

“ Patience indeed! ” shouted his master, coming at
that moment into the stable. “Do you think, my
little donkey, that I bought you only to give you food
and drink? I bought you to make you work, and that
you might earn money for me. Up, then, at once!
you must come with me into the circus, and there I
will teach you to jump through hoops, to go through
frames of paper head foremost, to dance waltzes
and polkas, and to stand upright on your hind
legs.”

Poor Pinocchio, either by love or by force, had to
learn all these fine things. But it took him three
months before he had learnt them, and he got many a
whipping that nearly took off his skin.

At last a day came when his master was able to an-
nounce that he would give a really extraordinary
representation. The many-colored placards stuck on
the street corners were thus worded:
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GREAT FULL DRESS REPRESENTATION.
TO-NIGHT
Will Take Place the Usual Feats
and Surprising Performances
Executed by all the Artists
and by all the Horses of the Company,
and moreover
The Famous
LITTLE DONKEY PINOCCHIO,
called .
THE STAR OF THE DANCE,
Will Make His First Appearance.

The Theater will be Brilliantly Illuminated.



On that evening, as you may imagine, an hour be-
fore the play was to begin the theater was crammed.

There was not a place to be had either in the pit
or the stalls, or in the boxes even, by paying its
weight in gold.

The benches round the circus were crowded with
children and with boys of all ages, who were in a
fever of impatience to see the famous little donkey
Pinocchio dance.

When the first part of the performance was over,
the director of the company, dressed in a black coat,
white shorts, and big leather boots that came above
his knees, presented himself to the public, and after
making a profound bow he began with much sol-
emnity the following ridiculous speech:

“ Respectable public, ladies and gentlemen! The
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humble undersigned being a passer-by in this illus-
trious city, I have wished to procure for myself the
honor, not to say the pleasure, of presenting to this
intelligent and distinguished audience a celebrated
little donkey, who has already had the honor of danc-
ing in the presence of His Majesty the Emperor of all
the principal Courts of Europe.

“And thanking you, I beg of you to help us with
your inspiring presence and to be indulgent to us.”

This speech was received with much laughter and
applause; but the applause redoubled and became
tumultuous when the little donkey Pinocchio made his
appearance in the middle of the circus. He was
decked out for the occasion. He had a new bridle of
polished leather with brass buckles and studs, and two
white camelias in his ears. His mane was divided
and curled, and each curl was tied with bows of col-
ored ribbon. He had a girth of gold and silver round
his body, and his tail was plaited with amaranth and
blue velvet ribbons. He was, in fact, a little donkey
to fall in love with!

The director, in presenting him to the public, added
these few words:

“My respectable auditors! I am not here to tell
you falsehoods of the great difficulties that I have
overcome in understanding and subjugating this
mammifer, whilst he was grazing at liberty amongst
the mountains in the plains of the torrid zone. I beg
you will observe the wild rolling of his eyes. Every
means have been tried in vain to tame him, and to ac-
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custom him to the life of domestic quadrupeds, I was
often forced to have recourse to the convincing argu-
ment of the whip. But all my goodness to him, in-
stead of gaining his affections, has, on the contrary,
increased his viciousness. However, following the
system of Gall, I discovered in his cranium a bony
cartilage, that the Faculty of Medicine in Paris has it-
self recognized as the regenerating bulb of the hair,
and of dance. For this reason I have not only taught
him to dance, but also to jump through hoops and
through frames covered with paper. Admire him,
and then pass your opinion on him! But before tak-
ing my leave of you, permit me, ladies and gentlemen,
to invite you to the daily performance that will take
place to-morrow evening; but in the apotheosis that
the weather should threaten rain, the performance will
be postponed till to-morrow morning at 11 ante-
meridian of postmeridian.”

Here the director made another profound bow; and
then turning to Pinocchio, he said:

“Courage, Pinocchio! before you begin your feats
make your bow to this distinguished audience —
ladies, gentlemen, and children.”

Pinocchio obeyed, and bent both his knees till they
touched the ground, and remained kneeling until the
director, cracking his whip, shouted to him:

“ At a foot’s pace!”

Then the little donkey raised himself on his four
legs and began to walk round the theater, keeping
at a foot’s pace.
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After a little the director cried:

“Trot!” and Pinocchio, obeying the order,
changed to a trot.

“Gallop!” and Pinocchio broke into a gallop.

“Full gallop!” and Pinocchio went full gallop.
But whilst he was going full speed like a racehorse
the director, raising his arm in the air, fired off a

pistol.
_ At the shot the little donkey, pretending to be
wounded, fell his whole length in the circus, as if he
was really dying.

As he got up from the ground amidst an outburst
of applause, shouts, and clapping of hands, he natu-
rally raised his head and looked up . . . and he saw
in one of the boxes a beautiful lady who wore round
her neck a thick gold chain from which hung a
medallion. On the medallion was painted the portrait
of a puppet.

“That is my portrait! . . . that lady is the Fairy!”
said Pinocchio to himself, recognizing her immedi-
ately ; and overcome with delight he tried to cry:

“Oh, my little Fairy! Oh, my little Fairy!”

But instead of these words a bray came from his
throat, so sonorous and so prolonged that all the spec-
tators laughed, and more especially all the children
who were in the theater.

Then the director, to give him a lesson, and to make
him understand that it is not good manners to bray
before the public, gave him a blow on his nose with
the handle of his whip.

The poor little donkey put his tongue out an inch,
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and licked his nose for at least five minutes, thinking
perhaps that it would ease the pain he felt.

But what was his despair when, looking up a second
time, he saw that the box was empty and that the
Fairy had disappeared! ...

He thought he was going to die: his eyes filled with



“Now let the audience see how gracefully you can jump
through the hoops”

tears and he began to weep. Nobody, however, no-
ticed it, and least of all the director who, cracking
his whip, shouted:

“Courage, Pinocchio! Wow let the audience see
how gracefully you can jump through the hoops.”

Pinocchio tried two or three times, but each time
that he came in front of the hoop, instead of going
through it, he found it easier to go under it. At last
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he made a leap and went through it; but his right leg
unfortunately caught in the hoop, and that caused
him to fall to the ground doubled up in a heap on the
other side.

When he got up he was lame, and it was only with
great difficulty that he managed to return to the
stable.

“ Bring out Pinocchio! We want the little donkey!
Bring out the little donkey!” shouted all the boys in
the theater, touched and sorry for the sad accident.

But the little donkey was seen no more that even-
ing.

The following morning the veterinary, that is, the
doctor of animals, paid him a visit, and declared that
he would remain lame for life.

The director then said to the stable-boy:

“What do you suppose I can do with a lame don-
key? He would eat food without earning it. Take
him to the market and sell him.”

When they reached the market a purchaser was
found at once. He asked the stable-boy:

“ How much do you want for that lame donkey? ”

“Twenty francs.”

‘TI will give you twenty pence. Don’t suppose that
I am buying him to make use of; I am buying him
solely for his skin. I see that his skin is very hard,
and I intend to make a drum with it for the band of
my village.”

T leave it to my readers to imagine poor Pinocchio’s
feelings when he heard that he was destined to be-
come a drum!
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As soon as the purchaser had paid his twenty pence
he conducted the little donkey to the seashore. He
then put a stone round his neck, and tying a rope,
the end of which he held in his hand, round his leg,
he gave him a sudden push and threw him into the
water.

Pinocchio, weighed down by the stone, went at
once to the bottom; and his owner, keeping tight
hold of the cord, sat down quietly on a piece of rock
to wait until the little donkey was drowned, intending
then to skin him.




XXXIV

PINOCCHIO, HAVING BEEN THROWN INTO THE SEA,
IS EATEN BY THE FISH AND BECOMES A PUPPET
AS HE WAS BEFORE. WHILST HE IS SWIMMING
AWAY TO SAVE HIS LIFE HE IS SWALLOWED BY
THE TERRIBLE DOG-FISH

the water, his purchaser said aloud to him-
self:

“My poor little lame donkey must by this time be
quite drowned. I will therefore pull him out of the
water, and I will make a fine drum of his skin.”

And he began to haul in the rope that he had tied
to the donkey’s leg; and he hauled, and hauled, and
hauled, until at last . . . what do you think appeared
above the water? Instead of a little dead donkey he
Saw a live puppet, who was wriggling like an eel.

Seeing this wooden puppet, the poor man thought
he was dreaming, and, struck dumb with astonish-
ment, he remained with his mouth open and his eyes
starting out of his head.

Having somewhat recovered from his first stupe-
faction, he asked in a quavering voice:

“ And the little donkey that I threw into the sea?

What has become of him? ”
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\ FTER Pinocchio had been fifty minutes under
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“Tam the little donkey! ” said Pinocchio, laughing.
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The poor man thought he was dreaming

“Ah, you young scamp! Do you dare to make
game of me?”

“To make game of you? Quite the contrary, my
dear master; I am speaking seriously.”

“ But how can you, who, but a short time ago, were
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a little donkey, have become a wooden puppet, only
from having been left in the water? ”

“Tt must have been the effect of sea-water. The
sea makes extraordinary changes.”

“ Beware, puppet, beware! . . . Don’t imagine that
you can amuse yourself at my expense. Woe to you,
if I lose patience! .. .”

“Well, master, do you wish to know the true story?
If you will set my leg free I will tell it you.”

The good man, who was curious to hear the true
story, immediately untied the knot that kept him
bound; and Pinocchio, finding himself as free as a
bird in the air, commenced as follows:

“You must know that I was once a puppet as I am
now, and I was on the point of becoming a boy like
the many that there are in the world. But instead,
induced by my dislike to study and the advice of bad
companions, I ran away from home . . . and one fine
day when I awoke I found myself changed into a
donkey with long ears... and a long tail!...
What a disgrace it was to me! — a disgrace, dear mas-
ter, that the blessed St. Anthony would not inflict even
upon you! Taken to the market to be sold, I was
bought by the director of an equestrian company, who
took it into his head to make a famous dancer of me,
and a famous leaper through hoops. But one night
during a performance I had a bad fall in the circus and
lamed both my legs. Then the director, not know-
ing what to do with a lame donkey, sent me to be
sold, and you were the purchaser! .. .”

“Only too true! And I paid twenty pence for you.
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And now who will give me back my poor pennies? ”

“And why did you buy me? You bought me to
make a drum of my skin! ...adrum!.. .”

“ Only too true! And now where shall I find an-
other skin? .. .”

“Don’t despair, master. There are such a number
of little donkeys in the world!”

“Tell me, you impertinent rascal, does your story
end here?”

“No,” answered the puppet; “I have another two
words to say and then I shall have finished. After
you had bought me you brought me to this place to
kill me; but then, yielding to a feeling of compassion,
you preferred to tie a stone round my neck and to
throw me into the sea. This humane feeling does
you great honor, and I shall always be grateful to
you for it. But nevertheless, dear master, this time
you made your calculations without considering the
Fairy! so. 3”

“ And who is this Fairy?”

“She is my mamma, and she resembles all other
good mammas who care for their children, and who
never lose sight of them, but help them lovingly, even
when, on account of their foolishness and evil conduct,
they deserve to be abandoned and left to themselves.
Well, then, the good Fairy, as soon as she saw that
I was in danger of drowning, sent immediately an im-
mense shoal of fish, who, believing me really to be a
little dead donkey, began to eat me. And what
mouthfuls they took! I should never have thought
that fish were greedier than boys! . . . Some ate my
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ears, some my muzzle, others my neck and mane,
some the skin of my legs, some my coat... and
amongst them there was a little fish so polite that he
even condescended to eat my tail.”

“From this time forth,” said his purchaser, horri-
fied, “ I swear that I will never touch fish. It would
be too dreadful to open a mullet, or a fried whiting,
and to find inside a donkey’s tail!”

“TI agree with you,” said the puppet, laughing.
“However, I must tell you that when the fish had
finished eating the donkey’s hide that covered me
from head to foot, they naturally reached the bone

. or rather the wood, for as you see I am made
of the hardest wood. But after giving a few bites
they soon discovered that I was not a morsel for their
teeth, and, disgusted with such indigestible food, they
went off, some in one direction and some in another,
without so much as saying thank you to me. And
now, at last, I have told you how it was that when
you pulled up the rope you found a live puppet instead
of a dead donkey.”

“T laugh at your story,” cried the man in a rage.
“T know only that I spent twenty pence to buy you,
and I will have my money back. Shall I tell you what
I will do? I will take you back to the market and I
will sell you by weight as seasoned wood for lighting
fires.”

“ Sell me if you like; I am content,” said Pinocchio.

But as he said it he made a spring and plunged into
the water. Swimming gayly away from the shore.
he called to his poor owner:
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“Good-by, master; if you should be in want of a
skin to make a drum, remember me.”

And he laughed and went on swimming; and after
a while he turned again and shouted louder:

“ Good-by, master; if you should be in want of a
little well-seasoned wood for lighting the fire, remem-
ber me.”

In the twinkling of an eye he had swum so far off
that he was scarcely visible. All that could be seen
of him was a little black speck on the surface of the
sea that from time to time lifted its legs out of the
water and leapt and capered like a dolphin enjoying
himself.

Whilst Pinocchio was swimming he knew not
whither he saw in the midst of the sea a rock that
seemed to be made of white marble, and on the sum-
mit there stood a beautiful little goat who bleated
lovingly and made signs to him to approach.

But the most singular thing was this. The little
goat’s hair, instead of being white or black, or a mix-
ture of two colors as is usual with other goats, was
blue, and of a very vivid blue, greatly resembling the
hair of the beautiful Child.

I leave you to imagine how rapidly poor Pinocchio’s
heart began to beat. He swam with redoubled
strength and energy towards the white rock; and he
was already half-way when he saw rising up out of
the water and coming to meet him, the horrible head
of a sea-monster. His wide-open cavernous mouth
and his three rows of enormous teeth would have been
terrifying to look at even in a picture.
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And do you know what this sea-monster was?

This sea-monster was neither more nor less than
that gigantic Dog-fish who has been mentioned many
times in this story, and who, for his slaughter and for
his insatiable voracity, had been named the “ Attila
of fish and fishermen.”

Only think of poor Pinocchio’s terror at the sight
of the monster. He tried to avoid it, to change his
direction; he tried to escape; but that immense wide-
open mouth came towards him with the velocity of an
arrow.

“Be quick, Pinocchio, for pity’s sake,” cried the
beautiful little goat, bleating.

And Pinocchio swam desperately with his arms, his
chest, his legs, and his feet.

“Quick, Pinocchio, the monster is close upon
you! ...”

And Pinocchio swam quicker than ever, and flew
on with the rapidity of a ball from a gun. He had
nearly reached the rock, and the little goat, leaning
over towards the sea, had stretched out her fore-legs
to help him out of the water! ...

But it was too late! The monster had overtaken
him, and, drawing in his breath, he sucked in the poor
puppet as he would have sucked a hen’s egg; and he
swallowed him with such violence and avidity that
Pinocchio, in falling into the Dog-fish’s stomach, re-
ceived such a blow that he remained unconscious for
a quarter of an hour afterwards.

When he came to himself again after the shock he
could not in the least imagine in what world he was.
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All round him it was quite dark, and the darkness was
so black and so profound that it seemed to him that
he had fallen head downwards into an inkstand full
ofink. He listened, but he could hear no noise; only
from time to time great gusts of wind blew in his
face. At first he could not understand where the
wind came from, but at last he discovered that it
came out of the monster’s lungs. For you must know
that the Dog-fish suffered very much from asthma,
and when he breathed it was exactly as if a north wind
was blowing.

Pinocchio at first tried to keep up his courage; but
when he had one proof after another that he was
really shut up in the body of this sea-monster he be-
gan to cry and scream and to sob out:

“Help! help! Oh, how unfortunate Iam! Will
nobody come to save me?”

“Who do you think could save you, unhappy
wretch? .. .” said a voice in the dark that sounded
like a guitar out of tune.

.“ Who is speaking?” asked Pinocchio, frozen with
terror.

“It is I! I ama poor Tunny who was swallowed
by the Dog-fish at the same time that you were.
And what fish are you?”

“T have nothing in common with fish. I am a
puppet.”

“Then if you are not a fish, why did you let your-
self be swallowed by the monster?”

“TI didn’t let myself be swallowed: it was the mon-
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ster swallowed me! And now, what are we to do
here in the dark?”

“ Resign ourselves and wait until the Dog-fish has
digested us both.”

“ But I do not want to be digested! ” howled Pinoc-
chio, beginning to cry again.

“Neither do I want to be digested,” added the
Tunny ; “ but I am enough of a philosopher to console
myself by thinking that when one is born a Tunny it
is more dignified to die in the water than in oil.”

“ That is all nonsense!” cried Pinocchio.

“Tt is my opinion,” replied the Tunny; “and opin-
ions, so say the political Tunnies, ought to be re-
spected.”

“To sum it all up . . . I want to get away from
here . . . I want to escape.”

“ Escape if you are able! . .

“Ts this Dog-fish who has swallowed us very big? ”
asked the puppet.

“Big! Why, only imagine, his body is two miles
long without counting his tail.”

Whilst they were holding this conversation in the
dark, Pinocchio thought that he saw a light a long
way off.

“‘ What is that little light I see in the distance? ” he
asked.

“Tt is most likely some companion in misfortune
who is waiting like us to be digested.”

“T will go and find him. Do you not think that it
may by chance be some old fish who perhaps could
show us how to escape?”

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“T hope it may be so with all my heart, dear pup-
pet.”

“Good-by, Tunny.”

“ Good-by, puppet, and good fortune attend you.”

“Where shall we meet again? .. .”

“Who can say? .. . It is better not even to think
of it!”





XXXV

PINOCCHIO FINDS IN THE BODY OF THE DOG-FISH
.... WHOM DOES HE FIND? READ THIS CHAP-
TER AND YOU WILL KNOW

the Tunny, began to grope his way in the dark

through the body of the Dog-fish, taking a step
at a time in the direction of the light that he saw shin-
ing dimly at a great distance.

The farther he advanced the brighter became the
light; and he walked and walked until at last he
reached it: and when he reached it . . . what did he
find? I will give you a thousand guesses. He found
a little table spread out, and on it a lighted candle
stuck into a green glass bottle, and seated at the
table was a little old man. He was eating some live
fish, and they were so very much alive that whilst he
was eating them they sometimes even jumped out of
his mouth.

At this sight Pinccchio was filled with such great
and unexpected joy that he became almost delirious.
He wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry, he wanted to
say a thousand things, and instead he could only stam-

mer out a few confused and broken words. At last
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Peete having taken leave of his friend
240 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

he succeeded in uttering a cry of joy, and opening his
arms he threw them round the little old man’s neck,
and began to shout:
“Oh, my dear papa! I have found you at last! I
will never leave you more, never more, never more!”
“Then my eyes tell me true?” said the little old



“Oh, my dear papa! I have found you at last!”

man, rubbing his eyes; “ then you are really my dear
Pinocchio? ”

“Yes, yes, I am Pinocchio, really Pinocchio! And
you have quite forgiven me, have you not? Oh, my
dear papa, how good you are! . . . and to think that
I, on the contrary . . . Oh! but if you only knew what
misfortunes have been poured on my head, and all
that has befallen me! Only imagine, the day that
you, poor dear papa, sold your coat to buy me a Spell-
ing-book that I might go to school, I escaped to see
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the puppet-show, and the showman wanted to put me
on the fire that I might roast his mutton, and he was
the same that afterwards gave me five gold pieces to
take them to you, but I met the Fox and the Cat, who
took me to the inn of the Red Craw-fish, where they
ate like wolves, and I left by myself in the middle of
the night, and I encountered assassins who ran after
me, and I ran away, and they followed, and I ran, and
they always followed me, and I ran, until they hung
me to a branch of a Big Oak, and the beautiful Child
with blue hair sent a little carriage to fetch me, and
the doctors when they had seen me said immediately,
‘If he is not dead, it is a proof that he is still alive’
— and then by chance I told a lie, and my nose began
to grow until I could no longer get through the door
of the room, for which reason I went with the Fox
and the Cat to bury the four gold pieces, for one I
had spent at the inn, and the Parrot began to laugh,
and instead of two thousand gold pieces I found none
left, for which reason the judge when he heard that
I had been robbed had me immediately put in prison
to content the robbers, and then when I was coming
away I saw a beautiful bunch of grapes in a field, and
I was caught in a trap, and the peasant, who was quite
right, put a dog-collar round my neck that I might
guard the poultry-yard, and acknowledging my inno-
cence let me go, and the Serpent with the smoking
tail began to laugh and broke a blood-vessel in his
chest, and so I returned to the house of the beautiful
Child who was dead, and the Pigeon, seeing that I
was crying, said to me, ‘I have seen your father who
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was building a little boat to go in search of you,’ and
I said to him, ‘ Oh! if I had also wings,’ and he said
to me, ‘Do you want to go to your father?’ and I
said, ‘ Without doubt! but who will take me to him?’
and he said to me, ‘I will take you,’ and I said to
him, ‘How?’ and he said to me, ‘ Get on my back,’
and so we flew all night, and then in the morning all
the fishermen who were looking out to sea said to me,
‘There is a poor man in a boat who is on the point
of being drowned,’ and I recognized you at once, even
at that distance, for my heart told me, and I made
signs to you to return to land. . .”

“TI also recognized you,” said Geppetto, “and I
would willingly have returned to the shore: but what
was Ito do! The sea was tremendous, and a great
wave upset my boat. Then a horrible Dog-fish who
was near, as soon as he saw me in the water, came
towards me, and putting out his tongue took hold of
me, and swallowed me as if I had been a little Bologna
tart.”

“ And how long have you been shut up here?”
asked Pinocchio.

“ Since that day — it must be nearly two years ago:
two years, my dear Pinocchio, that have seemed to
me like two centuries! ”

“ And how have you managed to live? And where
did you get the candle? And the matches to light it?
Who gave them to you?”

“Stop, and I will tell you everything. You must
know, then, that in the same storm in which my boat
was upset a merchant vessel foundered. The sailors
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were all saved, but the vessel went to the bottom, and
the Dog-fish, who had that day an excellent appetite,
after he had swallowed me, swallowed also the ves-
sels 3a"

é How? ”

“He swallowed it in one mouthful, and the only
thing that he spat out was the mainmast, that had
stuck between his teeth like a fish-bone. Fortunately
for me the vessel was laden with preserved meat in
tins, biscuit, bottles of wine, dried raisins, cheese,
coffee, sugar, candles, and boxes of wax matches.
With this providential supply I have been able to live
for two years. But I have arrived at the end of my
resources: there is nothing left in the larder, and this
candle that you see burning is the last that re-
mains .. .”

“ And after that? ”

“ After that, dear boy, we shall both remain in the
dark.”

“Then, dear little papa,” said Pinocchio, “ there is
no time to lose. We must think of escaping .. .”

“Of escaping? .. . and how?”

“We must escape through the mouth of the Dog-
fish, throw ourselves into the sea and swim away.”

“You talk well: but, dear Pinocchio, I don’t know
how to swim.”

“What does that matter? . . . Iam a good swim-
mer, and you can get on my shoulders and I will carry
you safely to shore.”

“ All illusions, my boy!” replied Geppetto, shaking
his head, with a melancholy smile. “ Do you suppose
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it possible that a puppet like you, scarcely a meter
high, could have the strength to swim with me on
his shoulders!”

“Try it and you will see!”

Without another word Pinocchio took the candle in
his hand, and going in front to light the way, he said
to his father:

“Follow me, and don’t be afraid.”

And they walked for some time and traversed the
body and the stomach of the Dog-fish. But when
they had arrived at the point where the monster’s
big throat began, they though it better to stop to
give a good look round and to choose the best mo-
ment for escaping.

Now I must tell you that the Dog-fish, being very
old, and suffering from asthma and palpitation of the
heart, was obliged to sleep with his mouth open.
Pinocchio, therefore, having approached the entrance
to his throat and, looking up, could see beyond the
enormous gaping mouth a large piece of starry sky
and beautiful moonlight.

“This is the moment to escape,” he whispered,
turning to his father; “the Dog-fish is sleeping like
a dormouse, the sea is calm, and it is as light as day.
Follow me, dear papa, and in a short time we shall
be in safety.”

They immediately climbed up the throat of the sea-
monster, and having reached his immense mouth they
began to walk on tiptoe down his tongue.

Before taking the final leap the puppet said to his
father:
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“Get on my shoulders and put your arms tight
round my neck. I will take care of the rest.”

As soon as Geppetto was firmly settled on his son’s
shoulders, Pinocchio, feeling sure of himself, threw
himself into the water and began to swim. The sea
was as smooth as oil, the moon shone brilliantly, and
the Dog-fish was sleeping so profoundly that even a
cannonade would have failed to wake him.




XXXVI

PINOCCHIO AT LAST CEASES TO.BE A PUPPET
AND BECOMES A BOY

‘ ‘ Y HILST Pinocchio was swimming quickly

towards the shore he discovered that his

father, who was on his shoulders with his

legs in the water, was trembling as violently as if
the poor man had got an attack of ague fever.

Was he trembling from cold or from fear? ...
Perhaps a little from both the one and the other.
But Pinocchio, thinking that it was from fear, said
to comfort him:

“Courage, papa! In a few minutes we shall be
safely on shore.”

“ But where is this blessed shore? ” asked the little
old man, becoming still more frightened, and screwing
up his eyes as tailors do when they wish to thread a
needle. “TI have been looking in every direction and
I see nothing but the sky and the sea.”

“But I see the shore as well,” said the puppet.
“You must know that I am like a cat: I see better

by night than by day.”
Poor Pinocchio was making a pretense of being in
good spirits but in reality . . . in reality he was be-

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ginning to feel discouraged: his strength was failing,
he was gasping and panting for breath . . . he could
do no more, and the shore was still far off.

He swam until he had no breath left; then he
turned his head to Geppetto and said in broken words:

“Papa... help me...I am dying! .. .”

The father and son were on the point of drowning
when they heard a voice like a guitar out of tune
saying:

“ Who is it that is dying? ”

“Tt is I, and my poor father! ...

“T know that voice! You are Pinocchio! ”

“ Precisely: and you?”

“T am the Tunny, your prison companion in the
body of the Dog-fish.”

“ And how did you manage to escape? ”

“Tf followed your example. You showed me the
road, and I escaped after you.”

“Tunny, you have arrived at the right moment!
IT implore you to help us, or we are lost.”

“ Willingly and with all my heart. You must, both
of you, take hold of my tail and leave me to guide you.
I will take you on shore in four minutes.”

Geppetto and Pinocchio, as I need not tell you, ac-
cepted the offer at once; but instead of holding on by
his tail they thought it would be more comfortable
to get on the Tunny’s back.

Having reached the shore Pinocchio sprang first on
land that he might help his father to do the same.
He then turned to the Tunny, and said to him in a
voice full of emotion:

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“ My friend, you have saved my papa’s life. I can
find no words with which to thank you properly.
Permit me at least to give you a kiss as a sign of my
eternal gratitude! .. .”

The Tunny put his head out of the water, and Pi-
nocchio, kneeling on the ground, kissed him tenderly
on the mouth. At this spontaneous proof of warm
affection, the poor Tunny, who was not accustomed
to it, felt extremely touched, and ashamed to let him-
self be seen crying like a child, he plunged under the
water and disappeared.

By this time the day had dawned. Pinocchio then
offering his arm to Geppetto, who had scarcely breath
to stand, said to him:

“Lean on my arm, dear papa, and let us go. We
will walk very slowly like the ants, and when we are
tired we can rest by the wayside.”

“ And where shall we go?” asked Geppetto.

“In search of some house or cottage, where they
will give us for charity a mouthful of bread, and a little
straw to serve as a bed.”

They had not gone a hundred yards when they saw
by the roadside two villainous-looking individuals
begging.

They were the Cat and the Fox, but they were
scarcely recognizable. Fancy! the Cat had so long
feigned blindness that she had become blind in reality;
and the Fox, old, mangy, and with one side paralyzed,
had not even his tail left. That sneaking thief, having
fallen into the most squalid misery, one fine day had
found himself obliged to sell his beautiful tail to a
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traveling peddler, who bought it to drive away
flies.

“Oh, Pinocchio! ” cried the Fox, “ give a little in
charity to two poor infirm people.”

“Infirm people,” repeated the Cat.

“Begone, impostors!” answered the puppet.
“You took me in once, but you will never catch me
again.”

“Believe me, Pinocchio, we are now poor and un-
fortunate indeed!”

“If you are poor, you deserve it. Recollect the
proverb: ‘Stolen money never fructifies.’ Begone,
impostors! ”

And thus saying, Pinocchio and Geppetto went their
way in peace. When they had gone another hundred
yards they saw, at the end of a path in the middle of
the fields, a nice little straw hut with a roof of tiles
and bricks.

“That hut must be inhabited by some one,” said
Pinocchio, “ Let us go and knock at the door.”

They went and knocked.

“Who is there? ” said a little voice from within.

“We are a poor father and son without bread and
without a roof,” answered the puppet.

“Turn the key and the door will open,” said the
same little voice.

Pinocchio turned the key and the door opened.
They went in and looked here, there, and everywhere,
but could see no one.

“Oh! where is the master of the house?” said
Pinocchio, much surprised.
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“ Here I am up here! ”

The father and son looked immediately up to the
ceiling, and there on a beam they saw the Talking-
cricket.

“ Oh, my dear little Cricket!” said Pinocchio, bow-
ing politely to him.

“ Ah! now you call me ‘ Your dear little Cricket.’
But do you remember the time when you threw the
handle of a hammer at me, to drive me from your
house? 02/2"

“You are right, Cricket! Drive me away also
. . . throw the handle of a hammer at me; but have
pity on my poor papa. . .”

“T will have pity on both father and son, but I
wished to remind you of the ill-treatment I received
from you, to teach you that in this world, when it is
possible, we should show courtesy to everybody, if
we wish it to be extended to us in our hour of
need.”

“ You are right, Cricket, you are right, and I will
bear in mind the lesson you have given me. But tell
me how you managed to buy this beautiful hut.”

“This hut was given to me yesterday by a goat
whose wool was of a beautiful blue color.”

“ And where has the goat gone? ” asked Pinocchio
with lively curiosity.

“T do not know.”

“ And when will it come back? .. .

“It will never come back. It went away yesterday
in great grief and, bleating, it seemed to say: ‘ Poor

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Pinocchio . . . I shall never see him more ... by
this time the Dog-fish must have devoured him!...’”

“Did it really say that? ... Then it was she!
... it was she! . . . it was my dear little Fairy...”
exclaimed Pinocchio, crying and sobbing.

When he had cried for some time he dried his eyes,
and prepared a comfortable bed of straw for Geppetto
to lie down upon. Then he asked the Cricket:

“ Tell me, little Cricket, where can I find a tumbler
of milk for my poor papa? ”

“ Three fields off from here there lives a gardener
called Giangio who keeps cows. Go to him and you
will get the milk you are in want of.”

Pinocchio ran all the way to Giangio’s house; and
the gardener asked him:

“How much milk do you want?”

“T want a tumblerful.”

“A tumbler of milk costs a halfpenny. Begin by
giving me the halfpenny.”

“T have not even a farthing,” replied Pinocchio,
grieved and mortified.

“That is bad, puppet,” answered the gardener.
“Tf you have not even a farthing, I have not even a
drop of milk.”

“T must have patience!” said Pinocchio, and he
turned to go.

“Wait a little,” said Giangio. “We can come to
an arrangement together. Will you undertake to
turn the pumping machine? ”

“ What is the pumping machine? ”
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“It is a wooden pole which serves to draw up the
water from the cistern to water the vegetables.”

“You can try me... .”

“ Well, then, if you will draw a hundred buckets of
water, I will give you in compensation a tumbler of
milk.”

“Tt is a bargain.”

Giangio then led Pinocchio to the kitchen garden
and taught him how to turn the pumping machine.
Pinocchio immediately began to work; but before he
had drawn up the hundred buckets of water the per-
spiration was pouring from his head to his feet.
Never before had he undergone such fatigue.

“Up till now,” said the gardener, “the labor of
turning the pumping machine was performed by my
little donkey; but the poor animal is dying.”

“ Will you take me to see him?” said Pinocchio.

“ Willingly.”

When Pinocchio went into the stable he saw a beau-
tiful little donkey stretched on the straw, worn out
from hunger and overwork. After looking at him
earnestly he said to himself, much troubled:

“T am sure I know this little donkey! His face is
not new to me.”

And bending over him he asked him in asinine lan-
guage:

“Who are you? ”

At this question the little donkey opened his dying
eyes, and answered in broken words in the same lan-

guage:
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Scam: ss Cant v.. dle’. s With es.

And having again closed his eyes he expired.

“Oh, poor Candlewick!” said Pinocchio in a low
voice; and taking a handful of straw he dried a tear
that was rolling down his face.

“Do you grieve for a donkey that cost you noth-
ing?” said the gardener. “ What must it be to me
who bought him for ready money?”

“T must tell you . . . he was my friend!”

“Your friend? ”

“One of my schoolfellows! .

“How?” shouted Giangio, laughing loudly.
“How? had you donkeys for schoolfellows? ... I
can imagine what wonderful studies you must have
made! .. .”

The puppet, who felt much mortified at these words,
did not answer; but taking his tumbler of milk, still
quite warm, he returned to the hut.

And from that day for more than five months he
continued to get up at daybreak every morning to go
and turn the pumping machine, to earn the tumbler of
milk that was of such benefit to his father in his bad
state of health. Nor was he satisfied with this; for
during the time that he had over he learnt to make
hampers and baskets of rushes, and with the money
he obtained by selling them he was able with great
economy to provide for all the daily expenses.
Amongst other things he constructed an elegant little
wheel-chair, in which he could take his father out on
fine days to breathe a mouthful of fresh air.

”
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By his industry, ingenuity, and his anxiety to work
and to overcome difficulties, he not only succeeded in
maintaining his father, who continued infirm, in com-
fort, but he also contrived to put aside forty pence
to buy himself a new coat.

One morning he said to his father:

“Tam going to the neighboring market to buy my-
self a jacket, a cap, and a pair of shoes. When I
return,” he added, laughing, “I shall be so well
dressed that you will take me for a fine gentle-
man.”

And leaving the house he began to run merrily and
happily along. All at once he heard himself called
by name, and turning round he saw a big Snail crawl-
ing out from the hedge.

“Do you not know me? ” asked the Snail.

“Ttseemstome...andyetIamnotsure...

“Do you not remember the Snail who was lady’s-
maid to the Fairy with the blue hair? Do you not
remember the time when I came downstairs to let you
in, and you were caught by your foot which you
had stuck through the house door? ”

“TI remember it all,” shouted Pinocchio. “ Tell me
quickly, my beautiful little Snail, where have you left .
my good Fairy? What is she doing? has she forgiven
me? does she still remember me? does she still wish
me well? is she far from here? can I go and see her?”

To all these rapid, breathless questions the Snail
replied in her usual phlegmatic manner:

“My dear Pinocchio, the poor Fairy is lying in bed
at the hospital! .. .”

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“At the hospital? .. .”

“Itis only too true. Overtaken by a thousand mis-
fortunes, she has fallen seriously ill, and she has
not even enough to buy herself a mouthful of
bread.”

“Ts it really so? . . . Oh, what sorrow you have
given me! Oh, poor Fairy! poor Fairy! poor Fairy!
. . . If IT hada million I would run and carry it to her
. . . but I have only forty pence . . . here they are:
I was going to buy anewcoat. Take them, Snail, and
carry them at once to my good Fairy.”

“And your new coat? .. .”

“What matters my new coat? I would sell even
these rags that I have got on to be able to help her.
Go, Snail, and be quick; and in two days return to this
place, for I hope I shall then be able to give you some
more money. Up to this time I have worked to main-
tain my papa: from to-day I will work five hours more
that I may also maintain my good mamma. Good-
by, Snail, I shall expect you in two days.”

The Snail, contrary to her usual habits, began to
run like a lizard in a hot August sun.

That evening Pinocchio, instead of going to bed at
ten o’clock, sat up till midnight had struck; and in-
stead of making eight baskets of rushes he made
sixteen.

Then he went to bed and fell asleep. And whilst
he slept he thought that he saw the Fairy smiling
and beautiful, who, after having kissed him, said to
him:

“Well done, Pinocchio! To reward you for your
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good heart I will forgive you for all that is past.
Boys who minister tenderly to their parents, and as-
sist them in their misery and infirmities, are deserving
of great praise and affection, even if they cannot be
cited as examples of obedience and good behavior.
Try and do better in the future and you will be
happy.”

At this moment his dream ended, and Pinocchio
opened his eyes and awoke.

But imagine his astonishment when upon awaken-
ing he discovered that he was no longer a wooden
puppet, but that he had become instead a boy, like all
other boys. He gave a glance round and saw that
the straw walls of the hut had disappeared, and that
he was in a pretty little room furnished and arranged
with a simplicity that was almost elegance. Jumping
out of bed he found a new suit of clothes ready for
him, a new cap, and a pair of new leather boots that
fitted him beautifully.

He was hardly dressed when he naturally put his
hands in his pockets, and pulled out a little ivory purse
on which these words were written: “ The Fairy with
blue hair returns the forty pence to her dear Pinoc-
chio, and thanks him for his good heart.” He opened
the purse, and instead of forty copper pennies he saw
forty shining gold pieces fresh from the mint.

He then went and looked at himself in the glass,
and he thought he was some one else. For he no
longer saw the usual reflection of a wooden puppet;
he was greeted instead by the image of a bright intel-
ligent boy with chestnut hair, blue eyes, and looking
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as happy and joyful as if it were the Easter holi-
days.

In the midst of all these wonders succeeding each
other Pinocchio felt quite bewildered, and he could
not tell if he was really awake or if he was dreaming
with his eyes open.

“Where can my papa be? ” he exclaimed suddenly,
and going into the next room he found old Geppetto
quite well, lively, and in good humor, just as he had
been formerly. He had already resumed his trade of
wood-carving, and he was designing a rich and beau-
tiful frame of leaves, flowers, and the heads of animals.

“ Satisfy my curiosity, dear papa,” said Pinocchio,
throwing his arms round his neck and covering him
with kisses; “how can this sudden change be ac-
counted for?”

“This sudden change in our home is all your do-
ing,” answered Geppetto.

“ How my doing?”

“ Because when boys who have behaved badly turn
over a new leaf and become good, they have the
power of bringing content and happiness to their
families.”

“ And where has the old wooden Pinocchio hidden
himself? ”

“ There he is,” answered Geppetto, and he pointed
to a big puppet leaning against a chair, with its head
on one side, its arms dangling, and its legs so crossed
and bent that it was really a miracle that it remained
standing.

Pinocchio turned and looked at it; and after he had
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looked at it for a short time, he said to himself with
great complacency:

“ How ridiculous I was when I was a puppet! and
how glad I am that I have become a well-behaved
little boy.”


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