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Produced by An Anonymous Volunteer TWILIGHT LAND By Howard Pyle Table of Contents Introduction
The Stool of Fortune
The Talisman of Solomon
Ill-Luck and the Fiddler
Empty Bottles
Good Gifts and a Fool's Folly
The Good of a Few Words
Woman's Wit
A Piece of Good Luck
The Fruit of Happiness
Not a Pin to Choose
Much Shall Have More and Little Shall Have Less
Wisdom's Wages and Folly's Pay
The Enchanted Island
All Things are as Fate Wills
Where to Lay the Blame
The Salt of Life
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โIntroduction I found myself in Twilight Land. How I ever got there I cannot tell, but
there I was in Twilight Land. What is Twilight Land? It is a wonderful, wonderful place where no sun
shines to scorch your back as you jog along the way, where no rain falls
to make the road muddy and hard to travel, where no wind blows the dust
into your eyes or the chill into your marrow. Where all is sweet and
quiet and ready to go to bed.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โWhere is Twilight Land? Ah! that I cannot tell you. You will either have
to ask your mother or find it for yourself. There I was in Twilight Land. The birds were singing their good-night
song, and the little frogs were piping "peet, peet." The sky overhead
was full of still brightness, and the moon in the east hung in the
purple gray like a great bubble as yellow as gold. All the air was full
of the smell of growing things. The high-road was gray, and the trees
were dark.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โI drifted along the road as a soap-bubble floats before the wind, or as
a body floats in a dream. I floated along and I floated along past the
trees, past the bushes, past the mill-pond, past the mill where the old
miller stood at the door looking at me.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โI floated on, and there was the Inn, and it was the Sign of Mother
Goose. The sign hung on a pole, and on it was painted a picture of Mother Goose
with her gray gander.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โIt was to the Inn I wished to come. I floated on, and I would have floated past the Inn, and perhaps have
gotten into the Land of Never-Come-Back-Again, only I caught at
the branch of an apple-tree, and so I stopped myself, though the
apple-blossoms came falling down like pink and white snowflakes.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โThe earth and the air and the sky were all still, just as it is at
twilight, and I heard them laughing and talking in the tap-room of
the Inn of the Sign of Mother Goose--the clinking of glasses, and the
rattling and clatter of knives and forks and plates and dishes. That was
where I wished to go.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โSo in I went. Mother Goose herself opened the door, and there I was. The room was all full of twilight; but there they sat, every one of
them. I did not count them, but there were ever so many: Aladdin, and
Ali Baba, and Fortunatis, and Jack-the-Giant-Killer, and Doctor Faustus,
and Bidpai, and Cinderella, and Patient Grizzle, and the Soldier who
cheated the Devil, and St. George, and Hans in Luck, who traded and
traded his lump of gold until he had only an empty churn to show for it;
and there was Sindbad the Sailor, and the Tailor who killed seven flies
at a blow, and the Fisherman who fished up the Genie, and the Lad who
fiddled for the Jew in the bramble-bush, and the Blacksmith who made
Death sit in his apple-tree, and Boots, who always marries the Princess,
whether he wants to or not--a rag-tag lot as ever you saw in your life,
gathered from every place, and brought together in Twilight Land.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โ