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These Wigs laid the rattles in the wheelbarrows, and everything became quiet once more.
Then the Chief Contractor advanced boldly into the full suns.h.i.+ne, and the Wigs, who watched him put one foot in front of the other, prepared also to advance.
The Chief Contractor had made a few changes in his costume. He still wore his big ring and his box marked "Soy"; but a huge hat now covered his head. Little shelves were hung all about his person, and on these and on his hat were placed pots and jars, cakes and flagons. He had many more than the Confectioner, who, after all, was only his lieutenant. He carried a quiverful of ebony knives, and an urn from which stuck out long bamboo spoons. His masks were slung from the end of a stick. He touched his lips with his magic ring, then he agitated the castanets which hung at his knee, and cried:
"Food, food! Come in by the door, come in by the door," and he shut his mouth up again quickly with his left thumb.
"I don't see a door, or even a place for a door. There isn't anything,"
said Smaly to Papylick.
"There it is," said Redy, pointing towards a little door which stood in the middle of the square. "There's no wall, but that is a door. See, it's open," she added.
"But what's the good of that door," cried Smaly to the Chocolate Grub, which had come up beside him and was waiting with the others to go and get his provisions.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE CONFECTIONER]
"I know nothing about doors," said the Grub sharply. "You must ask some specialist in such matters; some one who knows about draughts and opening and shutting. Some one, in fact, who looks like a doorkeeper,"
and the Grub withdrew proudly.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "NEVERTHELESS IT'S SO NARROW THAT ONLY ONE PERSON CAN GO THROUGH AT A TIME"]
Smaly realized that he had been lacking in tact to mention the word "door" to the Grub, who always pretended that he was not a doorkeeper.
Papylick explained to the two little people:
"If there weren't a door the people would simply tear the Chief Contractor to bits to get at the food."
"But----" began Smaly.
"And anyway the door was open," said Redy.
"That's true," replied Papylick, "but nevertheless it's so narrow that only one person can go through at a time."
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE SONG WENT ON]
And, indeed, each Wig was pa.s.sing singly through the little door to receive in his pot or pan a drop of gooseberry jam or a morsel of cake or apple, or one or two cherry-stones.
The Chief Contractor served out his goods with his bamboo spoons. When the Wigs were served they made their way in single file towards two posts which stood in the square, and pa.s.sed very carefully between them so as not to spill any of their precious provisions.
And every one had received from the Contractor a little powder in a box like a small snuff-box labelled "Soy."
Back in their kitchen the Wigs sprinkled a pinch of the Soy powder on their crumbs of cake and spots of jam, and then taking hands danced slowly round the table, singing, while the little crumbs of food began to grow bigger and bigger. The fragments of cake became whole cakes, the spots of jam swelled to marvellous jellies, and the cherry-stones became baskets full of the most succulent fruits. When they had finished their song they did not shut their mouths up again, thereby attaining two excellent results--the song went on and on while they could eat their dessert at their ease.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
CHAPTER VI
The Sugar-Cane Prison arrives: The Rats water it with Soy fluid to keep the canes growing as fast as the Prisoner breaks them down: The time for siesta draws on, and Smaly and Redy go into the house of the Historian.
While the Wigs were in the kitchen, and Smaly and Redy were seated in the doorway sharing Papylick's provisions, distant cries rose upon the air. Smaly and Redy turned to gaze out at the public square, which was hot and empty; but in a moment several Wigs arrived at the far end, running hard with their little short legs, and crying out:
[Ill.u.s.tration: RUNNING HARD WITH THEIR LITTLE SHORT LEGS]
"The prison has turned round, it's coming in this direction."
The Chief Contractor, who was eating in the kitchen in company with the Despoiler, the Confectioner, the Crow, Mistigris, the Stork, and various other people, precipitated himself towards the door, followed by the rest. Listening to their sc.r.a.ps of conversation Smaly gathered that the Wigs held some stranger captive, and that this prisoner lived in a perambulating prison which travelled about the country. This astonished Smaly very much, as, indeed, it would have astonished you had you been in his place. Even I, who have seen many strange things, was very astonished when I first heard about it.
[Ill.u.s.tration: SOY MILL]
[Ill.u.s.tration: SOY RESERVOIR]
The shouting grew nearer, and there appeared at the far end of the square a forest of sugar-canes moving steadily onwards. The canes reared up into the air like rockets which never rose any higher, or like a field of gigantic corn, and they formed a solid wall which came ever nearer and nearer.
The wall came onward and hit against a house which stood in its way, and mowed it down. The sugar-canes were far more powerful than the pastry of which the house was composed.
The sugar-cane forest came closer, so close that Smaly and Redy perceived how amongst the base of the canes there was a mult.i.tude of Water-Rats who were busy watering the roots.
These Rats were all provided with large mackintoshes, which, however, they took off for greater freedom of movement while they were watering.
They wore boots like those you see upon the men who clean out drains, and each Rat had upon its head a fireman's helmet similar to that worn by the Stork.
Some watered with a watering-can, some with firemen's hose, connected with reservoirs shaped like enormous bottles of champagne, and mounted upon wheels.
One of the Rats, who wore a long red feather trailing from its helmet, was mounted upon a Hare whose pads were wrapped in linen. The Rat galloped backwards and forwards upon the Hare from the forest to a big windmill marked "Soy," where the reservoirs were.
Still the forest kept on advancing until the quiet square was transformed into a den of noise and activity. The sugar-canes grew higher and more numerous every moment under the influence of the water of Soy, which was as productive as the Soy powder.
The kitchen was by now emptied of everything movable; the Wigs ran hither and thither carrying away every object that they could lift, as people move furniture when a neighbouring house is burning; only Smaly and Redy remained, stupefied before this moving forest which marched down upon them.
[Ill.u.s.tration: CARRYING AWAY EVERY OBJECT THAT THEY COULD LIFT]
When it was almost on them they ran to one side, and there, where the sugar-canes were less thick, they could see into the heart of the forest, and they saw crouching within it a strange-looking man dressed in rags. Little of his face showed between his long hair and his tangled beard. He wore no shoes; but carried at the end of a string several boxes of matches. Perpetually he made the same rhythmic gesture with his arms, and with every gesture the sugar-canes around him broke as if they were made of brittle gla.s.s. His eyes stared straight in front of him, and he seemed to be laughing to himself.
"He is a madman," said Redy.
"They have driven him mad," replied Smaly in a low voice.
Smaly and Redy joined hands. "We ought to save him," they said together.
The Prisoner never ceased to break the sugar-canes, and fresh canes sprang up around him also without a pause.
Fish that had wings and paws flew above the forest, brus.h.i.+ng the heads of the canes with their ringed noses. Whenever they did this the sugar-canes seemed to shrivel up and vanish.