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“I can run quick," said the wind.
“But not so quick as I,” said Bevis. “Now see if you can catch me.”
an expression formerly used for have come Bevis (Bē'vis) bramble (brăm'bl): briers; a thorny
vine or bush forgetful (for get’ful)
gnarled (närld) : rough and twisted
with sharp turns
Away he ran, and for a moment he left the wind behind. But the wind blew a little faster, 5 and overtook him, and they raced along together like two wild things, till Bevis began to pant. Then down he sat on the turf and kicked up his heels and shouted, and the wind fanned his cheek and cooled him, and stroked his 10 hair. Then Bevis jumped up again and danced along, and the wind helped him gently forward.
“You are a jolly old wind,” said Bevis, “and I like you very much. But you must tell me a 15 story, or we shall part. I'm sure we shall.
“I will try,” said the wind, “but I have forgotten all my stories, because the people never come to listen to me now.”
Why don't they come ?” “ They are too busy. They have so much to do that they have quite forsaken me.”
“Well, I will come to you,” said Bevis. “I will come and play with you."
“Yes, do," said the wind, “and drink me, 10 dear, as much as ever you can. I shall make you strong Now drink me.”
Bevis stood still and drew in a long, long breath. He drank the wind till his chest was
full and his heart beat quicker. Then he jumped 15 and danced and shouted.
Then he lay down on the grass, and heard the wind whispering in the tufts and bunches; and the earth under him answered, and asked the wind to stay and talk.
But the wind said, “I have got Bevis to-day. Come on, Bevis”; and Bevis stood up and walked along
“Now tell me, this instant,” he said, “why the
there in the sky. Is he very hot if you touch him ? Which way Which way does he go
when he sinks behind the wood? Who lives up there, and who painted the sky?
The wind laughed aloud, and said: “Bevis, 5 my darling, you have not drunk half enough of me yet, else you would never ask such silly questions. Why, those are like the silly questions the people ask who live in the cities, and never feel me, or taste me, or speak to me. I have seen 10 them looking through long tubes
“I know," said Bevis, “they are telescopes. You look at the sun and the stars, and know all about them."
6 Pooh!” said the wind. “Don't you believe 15 such stuff, my pet. How can they know anything about the sun, who never come up on the hills or go into the wood ?
into the wood ? How can they know anything about the stars, who never stopped on the hills all night! How can they who are 20 always shut
in houses know anything of such things?
“But Bevis, my love, if you want to know all
about the sun and the stars and everything, come to me and I will tell you. In the morning, get up as quick as you can, and drink me as I come down the hill. In the day go up on the hill, 5 and drink me again, and stay there, if you can, till the stars shine out. And by and by you will understand all about the sun, and the moon, and the stars, and the earth, which is so beautiful.
The more you drink of me the more you will 10 want, and the more I shall love you.
“Yes, I will drink you,” said Bevis, “and I will shout. Hello!” And he ran up to the top of the little hill, and danced about on it, as wild as could be.
“Dance away, dear,” said the wind, much delighted. “Everybody dances who drinks me. Come, dear, let us race again.”
So the two went on again and came to a hawthorn bush. Then Bevis, full of mischief, tried 20 to slip away from the wind by running round the bush, but the wind laughed and caught him.
A little farther on, and they came to the old familiar field, and there Bevis saw his father busy
at work loading hay into the wagon.
The field was yellow with stubble, and the hills beyond it and the blue valley were just the same as he had left them.
Then the wind caressed him, and said : 5 Good-by, darling. I am going yonder, straight across to the blue valley and the blue sky, where they meet. But I shall be back again when you come next time. Now remember to drink mecome up here and drink me.”
“I will remember,” said Bevis. “Good-by, jolly old wind.”
“Good-by, dearest,” whispered the wind.
As Bevis went down the hill, a blue harebell, that had been singing farewell to summer all 15 the morning, called to him and asked him to gather her and carry her home, for she would rather
go with him than stay, now autumn was
Bevis gathered the harebell, and ran with the 20 flower in his hand down the hill; and as he ran, the wild thyme kissed his feet and said, “ Come again, Bevis, come again.”