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into the society of peacocks？
〃I passed on in my course；〃 said the Wind； 〃and he passed away
also。 He was not allowed to remain； and little Ida got over it；
because she was obliged to do so。 Proud； black horses； worth looking
at； were neighing in the stable。 And they were locked up； for the
admiral； who had been sent by the king to inspect the new ship； and
make arrangements for its purchase； was loud in admiration of these
beautiful horses。 I heard it all；〃 said the Wind； 〃for I accompanied
the gentlemen through the open door of the stable； and strewed
stalks of straw； like bars of gold； at their feet。 Waldemar Daa wanted
gold； and the admiral wished for the proud black horses； therefore
he praised them so much。 But the hint was not taken； and
consequently the ship was not bought。 It remained on the shore covered
with boards；… a Noah's ark that never got to the water… Whir…r…r…r…
and that was a pity。
〃In the winter； when the fields were covered with snow； and the
water filled with large blocks of ice which I had blown up to the
coast；〃 continued the Wind； 〃great flocks of crows and ravens； dark
and black as they usually are； came and alighted on the lonely；
deserted ship。 Then they croaked in harsh accents of the forest that
now existed no more； of the many pretty birds' nests destroyed and the
little ones left without a home； and all for the sake of that great
bit of lumber； that proud ship； that never sailed forth。 I made the
snowflakes whirl till the snow lay like a great lake round the ship；
and drifted over it。 I let it hear my voice； that it might know what
the storm has to say。 Certainly I did my part towards teaching it
seamanship。
〃That winter passed away； and another winter and summer both
passed； as they are still passing away； even as I pass away。 The
snow drifts onwards； the apple…blossoms are scattered； the leaves
fall；… everything passes away； and men are passing away too。 But the
great man's daughters are still young； and little Ida is a rose as
fair to look upon as on the day when the shipbuilder first saw her。
I often tumbled her long； brown hair； while she stood in the garden by
the apple…tree； musing； and not heeding how I strewed the blossoms
on her hair； and dishevelled it； or sometimes； while she stood
gazing at the red sun and the golden sky through the opening
branches of the dark； thick foliage of the garden trees。 Her sister
Joanna was bright and slender as a lily； she had a tall and lofty
carriage and figure； though； like her mother； rather stiff in back。
She was very fond of walking through the great hall； where hung the
portraits of her ancestors。 The women were represented in dresses of
velvet and silk； with tiny little hats； embroidered with pearls； on
their braided hair。 They were all handsome women。 The gentlemen
appeared clad in steel； or in rich cloaks lined with squirrel's fur；
they wore little ruffs； and swords at their sides。 Where would
Joanna's place be on that wall some day？ and how would he look；… her
noble lord and husband？ This is what she thought of； and often spoke
of in a low voice to herself。 I heard it as I swept into the long
hall； and turned round to come out again。 Anna Dorothea； the pale
hyacinth； a child of fourteen； was quiet and thoughtful； her large；
deep； blue eyes had a dreamy look； but a childlike smile still
played round her mouth。 I was not able to blow it away； neither did
I wish to do so。 We have met in the garden； in the hollow lane； in the
field and meadow； where she gathered herbs and flowers which she
knew would be useful to her father in preparing the drugs and mixtures
he was always concocting。 Waldemar Daa was arrogant and proud； but
he was also a learned man； and knew a great deal。 It was no secret；
and many opinions were expressed on what he did。 In his fireplace
there was a fire； even in summer time。 He would lock himself in his
room； and for days the fire would be kept burning； but he did not talk
much of what he was doing。 The secret powers of nature are generally
discovered in solitude； and did he not soon expect to find out the art
of making the greatest of all good things… the art of making gold？
So he fondly hoped； therefore the chimney smoked and the fire crackled
so constantly。 Yes； I was there too；〃 said the Wind。 〃'Leave it
alone；' I sang down the chimney； 'leave it alone； it will all end in
smoke； air； coals； and ashes； and you will burn your fingers。' But
Waldemar Daa did not leave it alone； and all he possessed vanished
like smoke blown by me。 The splendid black horses； where are they？
What became of the cows in the field； the old gold and silver
vessels in cupboards and chests； and even the house and home itself？
It was easy to melt all these away in the gold…making crucible； and
yet obtain no gold。 And so it was。 Empty are the barns and
store…rooms； the cellars and cupboards； the servants decreased in
number； and the mice multiplied。 First one window became broken； and
then another； so that I could get in at other places besides the door。
'Where the chimney smokes； the meal is being cooked；' says the
proverb； but here a chimney smoked that devoured all the meals for the
sake of gold。 I blew round the courtyard；〃 said the Wind； 〃like a
watchman blowing his home； but no watchman was there。 I twirled the
weather…cock round on the summit of the tower； and it creaked like the
snoring of a warder； but no warder was there； nothing but mice and
rats。 Poverty laid the table…cloth； poverty sat in the wardrobe and in
the larder。 The door fell off its hinges； cracks and fissures made
their appearance everywhere； so that I could go in and out at
pleasure； and that is how I know all about it。 Amid smoke and ashes；
sorrow； and sleepless nights； the hair and beard of the master of
the house turned gray； and deep furrows showed themselves around his
temples； his skin turned pale and yellow； while his eyes still
looked eagerly for gold； the longed…for gold； and the result of his
labor was debt instead of gain。 I blew the smoke and ashes into his
face and beard； I moaned through the broken window…panes； and the
yawning clefts in the walls； I blew into the chests and drawers
belonging to his daughters； wherein lay the clothes that had become
faded and threadbare； from being worn over and over again。 Such a song
had not been sung； at the children's cradle as I sung now。 The
lordly life had changed to a life of penury。 I was the only one who
rejoiced aloud in that castle；〃 said the Wind。 〃At last I snowed
them up； and they say snow keeps people warm。 It was good for them；
for they had no wood； and the forest； from which they might have
obtained it； had been cut down。 The frost was very bitter； and I
rushed through loop…holes and passages； over gables and roofs with
keen and cutting swiftness。 The three high…born daughters were lying
in bed because of the cold； and their father crouching beneath his
leather coverlet。 Nothing to eat； nothing to burn； no fire on the
hearth！ Here was a life for high…born people！ 'Give it up； give it
up！' But my