Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 List of Illustrations
 Beyond the Snow
 Back Cover

Group Title: Beyond the snow : being a history of Trim's adventures in Nordlichtschein
Title: Beyond the snow
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Title: Beyond the snow being a history of Trim's adventures in Nordlichtschein
Physical Description: 2, 323, 3 p., 10 leaves of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 20 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Reed, P. Fishe ( Peter Fishe )
Baker, William D. ( Engraver )
Donnelley, R. R ( Richard Robert ), 1836-1899 ( Printer )
Lakeside Press (Chicago, Ill.)
Baker & Co. (Chicago, Ill.) ( Engraver )
Publisher: Lakeside Press
Place of Publication: Chicago
Manufacturer: R.R. Donnelley ; Lakeside Press
Publication Date: 1873, c1872
Copyright Date: 1872
Subject: Cabin boys -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Slaves -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Aristocracy (Social class) -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Magic -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Goblins -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Philosophers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature -- 1873   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1873
Genre: Fantasy literature   ( rbgenr )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Illinois -- Chicago
Statement of Responsibility: by P. Fishe Reed.
General Note: Contains index.
General Note: Frontispiece printed in gold, silver and black on blue paper.
General Note: Illustrations engraved by Baker & Co.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Source Institution: University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter 1
        Front Matter 2
        Frontispiece 1
        Frontispiece 2
    Title Page
        Page i
        Page ii
        Page iii
        Dedication 2
        Page iv
        Page v
        Page vi
        Page vii
    List of Illustrations
        Page viii
        List, Illustrations 2
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
    Beyond the Snow
        Page 13
        Showing how Trim the sailor-boy, discovered an island at the north pole; with some account of his voyage
            Page 13
            Page 14
            Page 15
            Page 16
            Page 17
            Page 18
            Page 19
            Page 20
        Nordlichtschein and its odd people
            Page 21
            Page 22
            Page 23
            Page 24
            Page 25
            Page 26
        Trim discovery - with the fearful results that followed
            Page 27
            Page 28
            Page 29
            Page 30
            Page 31
            Page 32
            Page 33
            Page 34
            Page 35
        How Trim meets the natives, how he saves his head, and several other curious things
            Page 36
            Page 37
            Page 38
            Page 39
            Page 40
            Page 41
            Page 42
            Page 43
            Page 44
            Page 45
            Page 46
            Page 47
            Page 48
            Page 49
            Page 50
            Page 51
            Page 52
            Page 53
            Page 54
        The mysteries of kephale
            Page 55
            Page 56
            Page 57
            Page 58
            Page 59
            Page 60
            Page 61
            Page 62
        Story of the haunted mogo - showing how guzzle the glutton, fought the Imps of the enchanted land
            Page 63
            Page 64
            Page 65
            Page 66
            Page 67
            Page 68
        The perils of the Poina
            Page 69
            Page 70
            Page 71
            Page 72
            Page 73
            Page 74
            Page 75
            Page 76
        Battle of the greder - in which guzzle meets the Imps face to face
            Page 77
            Page 78
            Page 79
            Page 80
            Page 81
            Page 82
            Page 83
            Page 84
            Page 85
            Page 86
        Guzzle's adventures - showing that if one would conquer that world, he must first conquer himself
            Page 87
            Page 88
            Page 89
            Page 90
            Page 91
            Page 92
            Page 93
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            Page 97
            Page 98
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            Page 100
            Page 101
            Page 102
            Page 103
            Page 104
        Store of Megas, the noble - showing how Guzzle, the glutton, conquers himself and all the world
            Page 105
            Page 106
            Page 107
            Page 108
            Page 109
            Page 110
            Page 111
            Page 112
            Page 113
            Page 114
            Page 115
            Page 116
        The goose and the golden egg
            Page 117
            Page 118
            Page 119
        The pool of hela
            Page 120
            Page 121
            Page 122
            Page 123
            Page 124
            Page 125
            Page 126
            Page 127
            Page 128
            Page 129
        Story of Kaba of Carpal - showing the contest between Wissan and Poder, and which won
            Page 130
            Page 131
            Page 132
            Page 133
            Page 134
            Page 135
            Page 136
            Page 137
            Page 138
            Page 139
            Page 140
            Page 141
        Trim's story - and why he didn't tell it
            Page 142
            Page 143
            Page 144
            Page 145
            Page 146
            Page 147
            Page 148
            Page 149
            Page 150
            Page 151
            Page 152
        Story of ben, who conquered the lightning
            Page 153
            Page 154
            Page 155
            Page 156
            Page 157
            Page 158
            Page 159
        The kings blunder and Trim's Yankee trick
            Page 160
            Page 161
            Page 162
            Page 163
            Page 164
            Page 165
            Page 166
            Page 167
            Page 168
            Page 169
            Page 170
        Pilgrimage to the mount of Luz - Trim's journey to cardia, and the hard road he found it
            Page 171
            Page 172
            Page 173
            Page 174
            Page 175
            Page 176
            Page 177
            Page 178
            Page 179
            Page 180
            Page 181
            Page 182
        Story of the black shell
            Page 183
            Page 184
            Page 185
            Page 186
            Page 187
            Page 188
            Page 189
            Page 190
        The goblin's story - where in is a lesson
            Page 191
            Page 192
            Page 193
            Page 194
            Page 195
        Clack's adventures with his shell - wherein is shown the cunning of Naseweis and its fearful results
            Page 196
            Page 197
            Page 198
            Page 199
            Page 200
            Page 201
            Page 202
            Page 203
            Page 204
        Story of the magic staff - shoing that clack was not a true philosopher
            Page 205
            Page 206
            Page 207
            Page 208
            Page 209
            Page 210
            Page 211
            Page 212
        Story of Nip and Tuck - or the wonders of the Yankee will
            Page 213
            Page 214
            Page 215
            Page 216
            Page 217
            Page 218
        The wonderful Krylizer
            Page 219
            Page 220
            Page 221
            Page 222
            Page 223
            Page 224
        The magical gulf of abito
            Page 225
            Page 226
            Page 227
            Page 228
            Page 229
            Page 230
            Page 231
            Page 232
            Page 233
        Story of Pyr, the fire-eater
            Page 234
            Page 235
            Page 236
            Page 237
            Page 238
            Page 239
            Page 240
            Page 241
            Page 242
        The dell of Tasche
            Page 243
            Page 244
            Page 245
            Page 246
            Page 247
            Page 248
            Page 249
            Page 250
            Page 251
            Page 252
        The vale of Edona
            Page 253
            Page 254
            Page 255
            Page 256
            Page 257
        Carpal and the Kaba
            Page 258
            Page 259
            Page 260
            Page 261
        Story of Vira, the daughter of fire and water
            Page 262
            Page 263
            Page 264
            Page 265
            Page 266
            Page 267
            Page 268
            Page 269
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            Page 271
            Page 272
            Page 273
            Page 274
            Page 275
        The wonderful sky-land
            Page 276
            Page 277
            Page 278
            Page 279
            Page 280
            Page 281
        The mount of luz
            Page 282
            Page 283
            Page 284
            Page 285
            Page 286
            Page 287
            Page 288
            Page 289
        The enchanted Glen - in which Trim finds more magic than he expected
            Page 290
            Page 291
            Page 292
            Page 293
            Page 294
            Page 295
            Page 296
            Page 297
            Page 298
        Story of Palya, the beast, and the magic staff, Retto
            Page 299
            Page 300
            Page 301
            Page 302
            Page 303
            Page 304
            Page 305
            Page 306
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            Page 308
            Page 309
            Page 310
            Page 311
            Page 312
            Page 313
        Battle of the Borean pole
            Page 314
            Page 315
            Page 316
            Page 317
            Page 318
            Page 319
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        Page 324
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    Back Cover
        Page 326
        Page 327
        Page 328
Full Text

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HIS is the door, through which if an one
pass he will meet with many curious things,
which he may consider are neither human
nor divine; but I will warrant him, as Burke says of
love, that they are "partly God, partly Man, and partly
Devil," and in nowise strangers.
If, perchance, as he wanders among the dusky
chambers, lonely halls and musty crypts, he comes face
to face with some malformed and frightful goblin, I
beg that he will not turn away until he has looked well
at the creature, to see whether or not it is some old
Strange noises, too, he may hear, which will at first
horrify him with their cacophonian clatter; but let
him give ear, for .a time, and he may be persuaded


that he is listening to the echo of some of his own
life's music.
Should any one find the way through these apart-
ments rough and unpleasant, or be vexed at the want
of architectural beauty, let him lay the blame to the
author; but if he fails to be entertained by his own
friends, who herein give him greeting, he may blame
himself. But I forgot that this is only the door, and
that I am anticipating him in his travels.
P. F. R.
CHICAGO, DEC., 1866.



Prologue showing the Motive which called forth this Story, 9
Beyond the Snow -Showing how Trim, the Sailor-boy, dis-
covered an Island at the North Pole; with some account
of his Voyage, 3
Nordlichtschein and its Odd People, 21
Trim discovered with the fearful results which followed, 27
How Trim meets the Natives, how he saves his head, and
several other curious things, 36
The Mysteries of Kephale, 55
Story of the Haunted Mogo--showing how Guzzle, the
Glutton, fought the Imps of the Enchanted Land, 63
The perils of the Poina, 69
Battle of the Greder-in which Guzzle meets the Imps face
to face, 77
Guzzle's Adventures-showing that if one would conquer the
world, he must first conquer himself, 87
Story of Megas. the Noble showing how Guzzle, the Glutton,
conquers himself and all the world, 105
The Goose and the Golden Egg, 117
The Pool of Hela, 12


Story of the Kaba of Carpal- showing the Contest between
Wissan and Poder, and which won, 130
Trim's Story-and why he did n't tell it, 42
Story of Ben, who conquered the Lightning, 53
The King's blunder and Trim's Yankee trick, 16
Pilgrimage to the Mount of Luz-- Trim's journey to Cardia,
and the hard road he found it, 171
Story of the Black Shell, 183
The Goblin's Story wherein is a lesson, 191
Clack's Adventures with his Shell--wherein is shown the
cunning of Naseweis and its fearful results, 196
Story of the Magic Staff--showing that Clack was not a
true Philosopher, 205
Story of Nip and Tuck--or the wonders of the Yankee
Will, 213
The Wonderful Krylizer, -
The Magic Gulf of Abito. 225
Story of Pyr, the Fire Eater, 234-
The Dell of Tasche, 243
The Vale of Edona, 253
Story of Vira, the Daughter of Fire and Water, -262
The Wonderful Sky-land, 276
The Mount of Luz, 282
The Enchanted Glen -in which Trim finds more Magic
than he expected, 290
Story of Palya, the Beast, and of the Magic Staff, Retto, 299
Battle of the Borean Pole, 316

.2 -



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HERE once lived in Alabama a witty
young slave, named LIST, whose won-
derful fame in story-telling had spread far and
wide through all the country thereabout.
Although a slave, List was scarcely inferior
to his Master, either in wit, wisdom or color;
but how he had gathered so much learning
was a mystery, since the slaves of Alabama
were not allowed even common schooling.
Yet learned he was, in telling stories at
least, for the most marvelous ones were ever
at his tongue's end.
I* 9

1i (Prologue.

He had often kept his Master awake half the
night in relating the exploits of the Fairies and
Genii, who love and favor good and worthy
And of the grim Ghouls, who haunt the
graveyards and lonely caverns, to the great
terror of the timid.
And of the Erl-kings, who strangle and carry
off little children, out of pure mischief.
And of the crouching Kelpies, who infest the.
dark and lonesome ways of the glens and moun-
tains, and who spring upon the unwary traveler,
and drag him away to their caves beneath the
All this, and much more, could List tell; for
his brain was ever teeming with a strange, wild
mixture of beauty, love and horror.
The Master did not fail to appreciate this
gift of his slave, and was very kind to him
therefore; laughing and playing with him as
familiarly as he did with the more favored
But in List's bosom was a wild ambition,-

(Prologue. 1

a deep yearning for liberty,-and though he
dare not express it, yet the Master well knew,
when he joked him about his "galling chains,"
that List would be glad enough to part with
Now it so happened that the Master, from
high living and idleness, became sad and gloomy;
so that the stories of his slave failed to drive
away the ennui by which he was tormented.
At last, still further to excite List's fertile fancy
he said:
"Although your stories have ever be n very
instructive and entertaining, yet they fail to in-
terest me. I now offer you a new incentive: if
you will tell me a more wonderful TRUE story
than I have ever heard, you shall have your
This liberal offer was, of course, accepted.
There was a great fluttering somewhere down
about the slave's heart, but it was not because
of the story he was going to tell, for he had told
them all his life-time without any such feeling.
There was a crystal tear trembling in his

12 (Prologue.

eye, but it was not from grief. It was a tear
of joy.
He was eager to begin the story at once; but
his bosom was so full that he could not have
called to his relief a single fairy.
There was so much at stake that he begged
the Master to allow him one day to prepare for
so great an undertaking.
The request was granted; and the next
evening List began a series of stories, upon
the success of which hung the greatest boon
'of his life.

_,. -1 7 ,

'YO N .D T

BeyoND' TI t pow


4AR away to the North, beyond the
Great belt of ice, and beyond the Titan
icebergs that are surging and plunging
through the Arctic waters, Doctor Kane, as you
well know, discovered an open Polar sea, where
the water was only comfortably cool, and beyond
which, he guessed, there were pleasant lands,
where ice and snow are never known.
But long before the Great Explorer plowed
these frozen seas, there was a Yankee ship
which, after drifting about among the icebergs

'YO N .D T

BeyoND' TI t pow


4AR away to the North, beyond the
Great belt of ice, and beyond the Titan
icebergs that are surging and plunging
through the Arctic waters, Doctor Kane, as you
well know, discovered an open Polar sea, where
the water was only comfortably cool, and beyond
which, he guessed, there were pleasant lands,
where ice and snow are never known.
But long before the Great Explorer plowed
these frozen seas, there was a Yankee ship
which, after drifting about among the icebergs

14 Beyond the Snow.

became at last so solidly bedded in the ice, that
there seemed little prospect of its ever being
thawed out again.
The crew, however, were as hardy and enter-
prising a set of sailors as ever stemmed the ocean
waves, and they were not to be discouraged.
So, having discovered this open sea, and that
the waters were pleasant, and that as far north-
ward as the eye could reach there was no ice,
they determined to launch out on the lonely
ocean, and trust to the chance of finding land.
Accordingly they rigged the life-boat, and,
having laid in a supply of provisions from the
ship, dragged their boat many cold and weary
miles over the rough mountains of ice, till they
came to the clear waters of the Polar Sea,
when they set forth on their voyage toward the
unknown land of the Borean Pole. Only one
of them ever reached it:-the others perished
from cold and fatigue.
This lone survivor of the crew was Trim, the
cabin-boy; who, sad as he felt at the loss of his
comrades, and at his strange situation, did not

Trinm discovers an Island. 15

give up in despair and bewail his fate,-not at
all;-but he spoke his thoughts like a true Yan-
kee sailor, and this is what he said:
Here I am, then, at the very north end of
creation, with nothing but water and midnight
for company. I don't see that I can help it
though, and what a fellow can't help he can put
up with, and make the best of it. Thisnew
ocean is calm enough, just now, but there's no
telling what sort of a temper it may have, so I '11
stand by the helm and face the Polar Star
whatever comes."
So Trim settled down to his duty with a bold
heart; and in truth he was not so badly off as he
might have been, for he had a staunch boat,
plenty of furs, a month's rations, and a compass.
This instrument was of little use to him, how-
ever, since in this region it pointed the wrong
way,-for you must know that the magnetic
pole, which attracts the needle, is more than a
thousand miles south of the geographical pole,
whither he was now steering, and which was
little more than half that distance away.

16 Beyond the Snow.

Now when Trim left the ship it was mid-
winter, and of course his only light was the
Aurora; but he had not been at sea many
days when a soft, grey twilight began to appear
to the north of him.
As he pushed on the light grew brighter;
the water, too, instead of being icy cold, was
now as comfortably warm as the waters of his
native land; he had also seen several flocks of
ducks and geese flying over his head, and had
heard the music of their familiar cry.
"Sing away !" he said, gaily. "Your cackle
once saved Rome, and who knows but it may
yet save me, since we are all bound for the same
shore. No man should be too wise to take coun-
sel of a goose, especially when she knows her
business. Geese do n't go to the North Pole
for nothing and if I were as wise as a goose I
should expect to find land there, and good
living too, may be."
In this merry way did Trim ride these waters
which man never rode before, never turning his
prow from the Polar Star ; and all the time, as

Trim ODiscovers an Island. 17

he drifted onward, the twilight grew broader
and brighter, the weather warmer, and the star
was nearing the zenith.
At last when Trim's larder became so low
that he could find nothing at all in it, he discov-
ered a dark belt along the horizon, not a day's
sail distant; and then, as he desired to conduct
this voyage in regular sailor-like style, he
Land ho!" as though he was on the look-
out on his own ship.
"Where away?"
"Dead ahead!" he answered himself, earn-
So Trim took the helm with fresh courage,
and turned not from his course until he ran his
boat upon the shore of the UNKNOWN LAND.
It was close upon the border of a forest; and
fluttering about in the soft twilight were num-
berless song-birds,who all joined in one general
chorus of welcome.
Trim was so delighted at this good luck that,
after thanking heaven for his safety, he actually

18 (Beyond the Snow.

danced a sailor's hornpipe to the bird-music;
then he turned his attention tdo the kind of
dinner he would be likely to find in this new
There were plenty of berries and clams in
abundance near the shore. So he lighted a fire,
for he had his tinder box with him, and then he
treated his palate to a daintier meal than it had
known for many a day.
But hungry and weary as he was, he could
not help noticing the singular appearance of the
country, and the almost total absence of color.
Every thing he looked at was nearly white;
and the trees were so tall and slender, and their
tops so heavy with foliage that they were bent
nearly to the ground,
Trim supposed that the wind had blown them
down; for he did not know that, owing to the
warm ocean currents, which here rise to the sur-
face and circle round the Island, and to the fact
that the air is not influenced by the rotary
motion of the earth, as it is at the equator,
also from other causes, about which you will

Trim (Discovers an Island. 19

know by and by, the wind blows from every
direction alike. Thus it is kept in a quite sort
of eddy, never rising above a breeze on the land.
And herein is a very curious thing: The rotary
motion of the earth, being so very slight, caused,
in Trim a strange feeling of dizziness, which
almost prevented him from keeping his feet.
He felt, too, that his throat was not large enough
to supply his lungs with air. It was much the
same feeling that one has when on the top of
a high mountain.
This is caused by the great velocity of the
atmosphere at the equator, producing a sort of
suction at the pole, by which means the air
being drawn towards the earth's surface, has
less depth and less motion.
Trim, however had no desire to study the
botany or physical geography of the country.
He was glad enough that he had found a haven
where he would be likely to get even clams and
Berries to eat.
He little dreamed that this polar region was
inhabited, or that such a strange fate awaited

20 Beyond the Snow.

him. But we will leave him"now to enjoy his
dinner, while we glance at the country and the
people, and see in what sort of plight he will
shortly find himself.

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OW you must know that the place where
Trim had landed is at the very tip end
of the North Pole, on an island called Nord-
lichtschein; and it embraces that portion of
the earth which the geographies tell us is
indented. So deep is this indentation, and so
thin the earth's crust, that the central fires, that
.are ever bubbling and seething beneath, keep
the surface always warm, and in some places
quite too hot for comfort.
This island is three hundred and thirty miles
in diameter, thirty-three miles of which is a
vast volcano, called the Krylizer, whose fires
never go out, but leap and foam and flash so
fiercely that the heat is felt for many miles

22 (Beyond the Snow.

And herein is a wise gift of nature, for in this
great basin the sun never shines,--never rises
and sets,-and there is neither night nor day.
If the earth were rounded at this point, the
sun would circle just above the horizon during
nine months' and, owing to the refraction of
light, which is extreme in this region, there
would be twilight the rest of the year. But
since the indentation is so deep, the only light
is a pale, golden Crepuscule the year round
giving beautiful purple shadows over all the
In this manner is the country made endur-
able for living creatures; and though you may
think that such a region could not be inhabited,
yet you must not forget that there is no part
of the beautiful earth that will not support
man, and no part that does not require him to
possess and control it.
As the sun never shines here, the people of
course run up tall and slim, like*potato-sprouts
in a cellar, as if nature were trying to urge
them up into the blessed sunshine.

JVordlichtschein and its Odd People. 23

Some of these people are twenty feet high,
and yet so slim that a stout Yankee would out-
weigh the heaviest.
Their eyes are large, and of a pale blue; and
their long, white hair, being braided for an
arm's-length from the head, is allowed to hang
down their backs till it sometimes trails upon
the ground, like a lady's court dress. Their
skins are so pure and white that the fairest
baby would seem a mulatto in comparison.
Their dress is of skins, feathers and birch-
bark ribbons, crowned at the top with a high,
sugar-loaf hat, and altogether they look like
knights in armor.
They believe that the island on which they
live is the whole world, and that it floats on the
Infinite Ocean which surrounds it.
They are ruled by a King called KRITIKO-
BALLO, who is under the control of PYRO, the
presiding demon of the volcano, and of the Infi-
nite Ocean, on which he floats in a great globe
of crimson fire. This Pyro is also the author
of all good and evil, and visits them with joys

24 beyondd the Snow.

or sorrows, weal or woe, according to their
Where they came from, or whether they are
a special creation, is not known. Their lan-
guage is a mixture of all languages, and they
speak in every tongue, and are sometimes even
able to read each other's thoughts; in fact, they
are a paradox, being both wise and stupid,
simple and cunning, superstitious and skeptical,
true and false.
One is scarcely ever known to steal, and
with such holy horror do they look upon a lie,
that the King of the country causes the head of
any one who utters a falsehood to be imme-
diately cut off and cast into the volcano; for
they have a tradition among them that their
Evil Deity was the king of liars, who was cast
into this Krylizer; and they think it no more
than just that all liars should be returned to
their sovereign.
It is a terrible punishment, to be sure, but
not unlike that which we award to our Chris-
tian liars; the only difference being that we

.Nordlichtschein and its Odd (People. 25

leave it for a Higher Power, while they are
careful to see that the job is done with their
own hands.
This murderous statute in their code of laws
was never known to be disgraced by any negli-
gence or lenity, on the part of the presiding
They also have implicit faith in goblins, and
are so fond of the marvellous, that, frightful as
the penalty is, they are allowed,- and even
commanded -to tell the most impossible
stories. Yet, if one should be guilty of telling
a plain, honest fact, which the king does not
understand, a single word settles the matter:
"WHIZ;" which is at once the sentence, death-
warrant and the signal for the executioner,
ends the story, and the teller.
They have some wise laws, withal, that
would not be amiss in this Christian nation.
No woman is ever allowed to meddle with
her husband's affairs, nor can she even poke
her fingers in his pocket, short of the severest

26 (Beyond the Snow.

Instead of visiting the sins of the fathers
upon the children, the parents are promptly
punished for whatever sins and crimes their
children may commit.
It is also a crime for a man to meddle with
art, science or poetry; these things being left
wholly to the imps, goblins and demons.
If a man, therefore, is ever found guilty of
raising his thoughts above the common wants
of life, or in any way advancing refinement, he
is at once banished to a lonely hill, called Tarfa,
whose desolate and rugged sides he may climb
to his heart's content.
This is the land, and these are the people to
which the sailor-boy is shortly to be intro-


HILE Trim was preparing his dinner
there was a native not ten yards dis-
tant, watching every movement.
It was the most terrible thing his azure eyes
had ever seen; since no one on this island is
allowed to kindle, or in any way meddle with
fire,- the Krylizer having full monopoly of
this commodity,--and had Trim seen his
solemn face, and tall, gaunt form, it would have
been his turn to be astonished.
But Trim did not see him, so of course he
very innocently proceeded with his business;
neither thinking nor caring whether the place
was inhabited or not.
The native was so alarmed that as soon as

28 beyondd the Snow.

he had made up his mind that he did n't know
anything about it, he stretched his long legs
over the ground, and in a moment,-although
it was ten miles away,-he was at the feet of
the King of Nordlichtschein, to whom he gave
his report, thus:
Great Kritikoballo, Supreme Ruler over
all the world, that rides on the Infinite Ocean,
whose word is the life and death of all Nord-
lichtschein, there is a strange little creature
like unto man, who has set fire to your majes-
ty's world, and we shall all be burned to ashes."
This astounding news so alarmed the King
that he would have turned pale, only it was
impossible for him to be any whiter.
But such a monstrous story was not to be
listened to for a moment. It must be false,
was the King's second thought, and therefore
both a violation of the law and an insult to the
Great Ruler of all Nordlichtschein.
So Kritikoballo simply said" Whiz," and that
was the end of the matter, and the herald as
well. For TYPo, the King's lank long-armed

Trim Discovered. 29

Executioner, who was expecting just such a
remark, raised his keen-edged sword, and when
it descended, the penalty of lying had been paid.
Hardly had the bleeding head touched the
ground, however, when another herald, with
staring dyes, rushed to the feet of the King,
and cried out:
Great Kritikoballo, Supreme Ruler over all
the world, that rides on the Infinite Ocean,
whose word is the life and death of all Nord-
lichtschein, there is a strange little creature
like unto man, who has set fire to your Majes-
ty's world, and we shall all- "
"Whiz !" cried the King, in great alarm; from
mere habit, perhaps, for he was so frightened
that he did n't know what he did say.
And in this he was not unlike many of our
own rulers when danger threatens them.
The sword of Typo cut short the report, and
this head followed the other, with the last
word tottering upon its lips.
From the earliest history of Nordlichtschein,
the existence of another world,-from which

30 3Beyond the Snow.

this "strange little creature, like unto man,"
must have come,- had never been admitted, and
the fact of a fire being kindled, was not to be
thought of for a moment.
While the King yet stared, another herald
rushed through the.crowd, and cried out:
"Great Kritikoballo, Supreme Ruler over all
the world, that rides on the Infinite Ocean,
whose word is-- "
"Whiz!" cried the King, springing from his
throne in terrible anger; and away went the
The King and the Court were now in the
greatest alarm. The news spread through all
Kephale,-which is the capital,-and the
people came huddling around the palace till the
whole court-yard was filled.
Then, full of curiosity, they ran in scores to
the sea-shore, that they might satisfy them-
selves in regard to such a wild and unheard-of
report. While they were thus in the greatest
confusion, there came another herald; and he
cried out:

Trim (Discovered. 31

Great- "
Whiz !" was the answer.
Thus one after another came with the terrific
news, and one after another they were sacrificed,
till the long arm of the swordsman trembled
with its labor; and still they came.
Great Kritikoballo," said Typo, gravely,
"this is a bad business. What is to be done?"
"Whiz !" replied the King, savagely, and so
frightened that he did n't know anything else
to say. So the performance was kept up, till
there were enough bodies piled up to fence in
the court yard.
"Great Kritikoballo," said Typo at last, for
he began to grow tired of his part of the play,
" Supreme Ruler over all the world, what will
Nordlichtschein do without men ? The growl-
ing Krylizer will swallow all the heads in your
majesty's world and open his hungry mouth for
more! Think you he has become so dainty that
he must be fed on your subjects' brains? I pray
you let us go and see for ourselves."
The King opened his eyes, till you could

32 Beyond the Snow.

scarcely have told if you were not looking at
the sky through two holes in a paper kite, and
"True, I did n't think of that. We will see
for ourselves."
And looking around upon the crowd before
him, the King counted a score of heralds, with
their heads in their hands patiently waiting
for the fatal Whiz!
It was several miles to the sea-shore, but
their long strides soon brought them to the
spot; there, sure enough, was the strange little
creature, like unto man;" and there was the
fire consuming the King's world!

It is a very strange story for a true one,"
said the master. "Such a barbarous, supersti-
tious and cruel custom is highly improbable,
since it has no parallel on earth; and you can
hardly show authority for such an immense:
volcano at the pole."
"Think you so?" replied List. "You are
well aware that the earth's crust is no more

Trim Discovered. 33

than sixty miles in thickness, leaving nearly
eight thousand miles of the central fires. Did
you ever suppose that the few known volcanoes
are sufficient vents for the gases which must
be generated in this great seething furnace of
molten earth and vaporized metals? Nature
is my authority.
"And as to their superstitions: what do
you think of the martyrs of all ages, who
have been cruelly put to death for opinion's
sake ?
And of the slaughter of the Innocents ?
"And of the Damaras, who murder their help-
less and aged fathers and mothers, because they
are of no further use?
"And of the Salem Witchcraft?
I beg that you will not come down too hard
upon the enormities of my people without first
looking in among ourselves.
And as to the absurdity of their beliefs,-
there's MARVEL, our next-door neighbor, who
will often strangle on a fact, while he thinks

34 (Beyond the Snow.

nothing of gulping down a dozen doses of
superstitious nonsense.
But mankind in all ages, from their youth
up, are fond of marvel and mystery, and love
fiction better than fact; so if they will have
romance, it is well to dose it with some whole-
some lessons. Therefore, my Master, I hope
you will excuse the wildness of the stories I am
about to tell you, and while you enjoy the
honey, do not forget the moral medicine of truth
which is mixed with it."
It seems to me," said the Master, that we
should discover the medicine by its effects,
instead of being warned in advance that the
honey contains it."
"That is true," replied List;" but some story-
tellers give their hearers such homeopathic
doses of morality that they must needs be told
that they are taking it at all; while others dole
out such bitter doses, without a drop of honey
to tickle the palate, that one is forced to turn
aside for something sweeter."
"Very true," said the Master; and it is

Trim Oiscovered. 35

to be hoped that you will avoid both these
It is easier," replied List," for one man to
tell ten men what to do, than to be one of the
ten to do it."

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OW Trim, having gathered a lot.of nice
clams and berries, was enjoying the
repast, when he was startled by a loud shriek,
that sounded like the hoarse whistle of the
wind through a knot-hole.
Trim looked up with some surprise, you may
be sure; for that hoarse, hollow, moaning shriek
came from the King's mouth, which was still
wide open,- not only the King's, but a score
or two of other mouths,-wide enough open
to swallow him!
When Trim saw these specters of the North
Pole, with their sky-blue eyes staring at him in
such a frightful manner, you might well guess


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that he left his dinner and ran away with all
his might.
Not a bit of it!
He had knocked about too long over the
rough seas, and in strange lands, to know any-
thing of fear; so as soon as he saw them he ran
up to the King, whom he supposed to be the
chief, from the great crown of sea-shells and
precious stones upon his head and said:
"Great King Immortal Ruler of this mighty
Pole! I've been looking for you. Come, now,
none of your barbarous tricks on me, but give
me some grub, like a good Christian, and I'll
tell you all about myself, and how I came to
trespass on your Majesty's kingdom. Don't
bother me much either, for I've had some
trouble in finding this Polar Nation; and
besides, I 'm as light-headed as a land-lubber
on the main truck."
The King was somewhat alarmed, but he did
not speak; and Trim locked up in his face, that
he might see by his countenance how this
speech was received. But the countenance was

38 3(eyond the Snow.

so far up in the air that he could scarcely tell;
and imagining that his voice was not heard at
such a distance, he called out louder than before:
"Say, you, up there, old Hoppergrass, take
me to your caboose, quick! What are you look-
ing so solemn about? I'm an honest, little
sailor-boy, and will serve you all my life like a
Turk. By the jibboom of our gallant ship,
you've got legs like a Flamingo."
Typo had a curiosity to get nearer the boy's
face, so he knelt down on the ground before
him; but as he was twenty feet high, their faces
were still far apart. Trim, thinking this move-
ment was intended to give him a better chance
to be heard, !, Ii. into his lap and ran up his
slender arms as he would up the shrouds of his
own ship. When he reached the top he hugged
him about the neck in such an affectionate
manner that the crowd stared in the greatest
terror, fearing that their respected executioner
was about to be strangled by some imp of the
Typo sprang to his feet and tried to shake

How Trim Meets the JVatives. 39

the boy off; but little as he was, Trim's muscle
had the advantage; and as he knew that he
would be dashed to pieces by such a fall, he
clung all the closer.
Say, comrade, take me home with you and
give me a lunch," he said;-"and if you don't
find me all right, just take my head, that's all.
Good!" he exclaimed as he looked down from
his lofty height," But I 'm the first Yankee that
ever climbed the North Pole."
Now Trim had no idea that the creature
understood one word he said; but to his sur-
prise Typo whispered in his ear:
"You need not offer your head, little one.
The King will have it presently. If you would
save it tell him some strange story."
Typo, who well knew the King's mind, then
proposed that, as the stranger seemed harm-
less, he might be allowed to keep his head until
they should take him to the palace and learn
more about him.
True," said the King, I did n't think of
that. Take him to the palace."

40 (eyond the Snow.

"What a voice!" said Trim. "It sounds
like our old boatswain's bassoon. I should
think you fellows had a stove-funnel in your
throat to make such -a noise. Well," he con-
tinued, musingly, as Typo gently lowered him
to the ground," I think I've got into a tolerable
pickle; and there's no telling what these Polar
barbarians may do with me. They ain't going
to scare me, though. A Yankee is a Yankee
the world over, and I'll stick to my breeding
whatever comes."
One of the birch-bark caps was filled with
water, which was dashed upon Trim's fire,
making an unsightly mess of his clams and
berries. Then the whole party started back to
the city of Kephale, the King commanding
Trim to follow.
Trim looked up in surprise, for a dozen
strides of their long legs carried them nearly
out of sight.
The King was frantic, lest he should lose
this curious imp, so Typo returned and took
Trim on his shoulders; but by the time he

How Trim JMeets the Natives. 41

reached his party he was sorry enough; for
Trim hugged him so tightly about the neck
that he was well-nigh strangled, and he puffed
so severely that the King doubted the propriety
of meddling any further with this strange little
creature, and proposed to pitch him into the
Infinite Ocean. I
It was finally agreed that Trim should be
taken to the palace. But how it was to be
done was not so clear.
They could never think of creeping over the
ground at his snail pace; and being strangled,
in the attempt to carry such an imp, was not to
be thought of for a moment.
Now the Princess EDYS was one of the party,
and being curious to know more of this queer
little creature, she offered to carry him in her
water-fall; a huge birch-bark basket which she
wore on the back of her neck, and which served
the purpose of holding her hair, and various
trinkets, fruit and lunch; besides many other
things which it is handy to have about one's

42 Beyond the Snow.

But there was ample room for Trim, and the
Princess desiring to touch the curiosity, had
slyly suggested to Typo to place him in her
The King was alarmed, and stared wildly,
and it was on his tongue's tip to forbid it; but
it was too late, for Trim, accepting the invi-
tation, had shinned up her dress, and was
already snugly settled in the ample folds of
the royal waterfall.
In taking note of his bearings he discovered
a mast-like cone upon the Princess' head, made
of moss and cat-tail flag, spiked together with
hedgehog quills. This is more for ornament
than use, and is worn by the women to match
the tall, conical hats of the other sex, that
they may appear as much like men as possible.
It made a capital mast to the craft Trim had
boarded; so clasping his arms about it, he pre-
pared for the launch.
The Princess was not frightened, but rather
pleased; besides it was no great load, for had
she not carried as much when making the

How Trim Meets the JVatives. 43

annual pilgrimage to the great Mount of
All being ready, the march again com-
menced; but the lengthy strides of the Prin-
cess tossed Trim right and left, as though he
had been riding a heavy sea on the cross-trees
of his own ship. In fact, he was hustled about
in such a rough manner, that he had some
trouble to keep from falling overboard. It was
all he could do on level ground, and now there
was a broad ditch, ahead, which the Princess
must leap, and which she did leap.
Hard-a-port, there!" cried Trim, as he flew
through the air; but the jolt he received on
the opposite side was more than he could
resist. The mast was torn from its base with
frightful results.
The Princess screamed; and such a scream!
The hoarse shriek of a steamer would be a
penny whistle compared to it. Trim was hurled
overboard, but luckily for him, fell plump into
the soft mud at the bottom of the ditch.
Typo, seeing the mishap, quietly reached

44 (Beyond the Snow.

down and relieved him from his unpleasant
situation, wiped the mud from his clothes, and
set him again in the basket.
All right!" said Trim. Life has its ups
and downs, and if a man gets into a slough, he
may be glad if even an enemy helps him out
of it."
When they came to the palace the King
ordered Trim tied to a tree till the time for his
execution, which he had fully decided upon;
for he could not divest himself of the idea that
his prisoner was some imp of the Krylizer,
who had been sent by Pyro to frighten him
into offering more sacrifices; and when he
thought of the great heap of heads in the
court-yard, he had no doubt that he had been
prompted to the frightful slaughter by this
same little imp.
Typo, however, begged that he might take
charge of Trim; and when he offered his own
head if he should escape, the King consented.
Think of it!" said Typo. He might tell
your Majesty a clever story. It would be a

How Trizm Meets the Vatlives. 45

bad thing to take his head on no evidence at
all; but if he misses the truth in the story,
why then, you know, it would be all right.
Nordlichtschein abhors an absurdity; her
religion denounces it and her laws prohibit it."
True," said the King. I did n't think of
that. He shall tell a story."
So the King seated himself upon a throne
formed of scoria from the volcano. It was
curiously carved with hideous looking faces
and figures, and studded with gold and silver
and precious stones. He then placed Trim
within a semi-circle of four-and-twerity Mogos,
with long and solemn faces, who echoed with
loud voices all the great and wise sayings of
the King, and sometimes, by repeating his last
word, strangely distorted the sense.
Then taking a brilliant red pebble, the King
held it before his eyes,
This singular custom of the Nordlichtschein
monarchs is unknown in any other country;
but, on account of its great virtues, should be
adopted everywhere.

46 (Beyond the Snow.

By holding this pebble before his eyes, while
hearing testimony, they are shielded from the
gaze of the witness, who bay not know by the
expression of the King's face, what his feelings
are towards him; and besides, by the use of
various hued stones, the Kinj may give such
color to the story as suits his humor.
If he -happen to be in gbod humor with him-
self and his story-teller, he uses a white stone,
in which he sees the plain fact as it is. But
the witness may well tremble when the King
selects a red pebble, for this distorts the sim-
plest matter to the color of falsehood and
fiery anger.
At this time the King, having already made
up his mind that Trim was an imp of the Kry-
lizer, and being in quite an ill-humor withal,
very naturally selected a red pebble.
Trim did n't know anything about this,
and it would have given him no concern if
he had; so he stood there, very leisurely
watching the King, as he squinted through
the pebble.

How Trim -Meets the J\atives. 47

"Why do n't you go on?" said the King,
#who was waiting impatiently for the prisoner
to begin.
"What shall I go on to?" asked Trim, with
a stare, looking about to see if there was any-
thing like a platform for him to get upon.
"Go on with the story, Imp, and tell us all
about everything," said the King, angrily.
"Wise Imp !" echoed the Mogos.
Bide a bit, old boy," said Trim, hitching up
his trowsers, "and do n't be too dainty. A
crust is better than no bread, and a hungry
stomach does n't ask many questions. I've
knocked about a good deal, for a boy, and have
seen a thing or two; but I do n't know every-
thing, or I should n't be here I can tell you."
"What!" exclaimed the King. Do you
contradict me? Remember that I am the
great Kritikoballo, who comes in a direct line
from Megas, the Noble, and could order your
head off in a moment. What is your name?"
"All right, my hearty; and no disrespect,
Mr. Kritiko-what 's-your-name," replied Trim,

48 (Beyond the Snow.

touching his cap. My name is Trim: and I
come in a direct line from Cape Cod: and I
can just knock the stilts from under you so
quick that you wont be able to tell which end
your head is on. And although I say it,
because there is no one else to recommend me,
'I 'm just as good a boy as ever sucked seal-
blubber, or told stories to his captain. But
just now I would rather have a word with your
cook than any king or captain; and since you
confiscated my clams, it belongs to you to
give me a snack, like a good Christian. How
solemn you fellows all look any way! I should
think you had lost a rich uncle, who forgot
you in his will."
The King looked confused, and rolled his
eyes, first upon Typo, then upon his sword,
and finally rested them again upon Trim; as
though unable to make up his mind whether
it were better to hear more from the boy, or
have Typo cut short any, further slang with
his sword. His curiosity and love of stories,
however, prompted him to decide in favor of

How Trim Veets the Natives. 49

the first; for which bit of generosity I have no
doubt Trim was truly thankful.
"The laws of Nordlichtschein," said the
King, "forbid that the Supreme Ruler of all
the world, that rides on the Infinite Ocean,
should be guilty of an absurd act, or of suffer-
ing a liar to pollute the capital. To do you
justice I should take your head, for this inso-
lence; but as I have promised to let you live
a little longer, I '11 tell you what I '11 do.
My FIB is the biggest story-teller in all the
world. Now, if you can tell a more wonderful
story than he, I will give you your life, and,
puny little pigmy though you are, you shall
marry my daughter, Edys; and everybody
knows that my Edys is the stateliest girl in all
Nordlichtschein. Mind you, though, the story
must be wild and terrible, to beat Fib's; and if
you utter one lie,- if so much as one word is
false,- Whiz goes your head!"
Now the King was well convinced that what
he proposed was more than his prisoner could
do, or he would never have made so liberal'at

50 (Beyond the Snow.

offer; but as he abhorred an absurdity, he
wanted a plausible excuse for his execution.
Trim, however, was not easily cowed; so he
ran his hands into his pockets, took a long
breath, gave a whistle, and replied:
Bide a bit, old Skipper! That puts me in
mind of tne story of GRAB AND GET. Have
I the head of a toad, with a jewel in it, that
you are so bent upon cutting it off? Let me
just tell you, that you kill the goose that lays
the golden egg; for there's no end to the jew-
eled stories that are stowed away under my old
cap. You may ask me to climb an iceberg, or
leap from the main truck into the biggest wave
that ever swallowed a ship; but being forced
to terms is more than any Yankee will stand.
Say, I guess you do n't feel very well; got
worms may be, and if you have, a good swig
of bilge-water- "
Will you go on with your story ? said the
King, fiercely.
If you will do the fair thing by me," said
Trim, I 'll tell you stories all the time, for I 'm

How Trim Meets Ike NVatives. 51

used to P'; and then I would n't mind taking
your daughter off your hands, and stopping
with you a little spell; especially as there is n't
much chance of my getting to Cape Cod yet a
while. But now I 'm as hungry as a polar bear;
have been shipwrecked, and had neither food
nor sleep for,- I 'm afraid to say how long'
since you are not fond of lies. Give me good
grub, though, and I promise to tell you a story
that will make your majesty stare till we can
see the stars in your blue eyes; and so terrible
will it be that you will turn as white as the
foam on the sea-shore. How white you are,
any way! Say, do you eat arsenic to make
your skin so clear? Come, give us a snack, or
I shall soon be past sto"ry-telling, and then you
will miss the biggest thing you ever heard."
The King was vexed, and out of all patience;
but consented, at last, that Trim should be
allowed two oras to recover himself.
You must remember that as they have
neither night nor day in Nordlichtschein, they
measure time by the revolutions of the Great

52 Beyond the Snozv.

Bear, or Dipper: round the North Star, which
is directly over head, and always visible.
This period, which is about twenty-four
hours, they callgn ora. One revolution is the
time for business and one for sleep.
While Typo was making the arrangement
with the King, Trim was taking a survey of
the palace and its contents. There were two
rows of bunks, running all around the walls,
and suspended by living vines that hung from
the ceiling. In the corner were some large
shelves, constructed in like manner, used for
holding their food.
And there was the Princess Edys, with her
quaint ballet-dress of skins and feathers, and
her demure face half a yard long.
Trim stood there, however, as unconcerned
as any of the rest; laughed to himself at the
idea of his situation, and began singing:

My name it is Joe Bowers."

"Great Megas !" exclaimed the King, jump-
ing from his throne. "The culprit told us

How Trim Jveets the JTatives. 53

his nIl: was Trim, and now he says it is
Joe Bowers! If that is n't a lie, I 'm no
And the Mogos repeated, No King!"
The executioner wiped his sword and hesi-
tated, in order to give Trim a chance to answer
for himself. Trim looked up with an innocent
Can 't you allow a fellow to sing a little ? "
he said, when he comprehended what was up.
"You may talk about your 'Megas' and your
' Whiz,' and all that, but I want you to under-
stand that I came from Cape Cod, and do n't
stand very much nonsense. I did n't mean that
my name was Joe Bowers,- I was just singing
the words of the song."
True," said the King; I did n't think of
that. Sing us the song."
"That 's all I know of it," replied Trim,
demurely, "but I can whistle the whole tune.
Say, is that the pantry over there in the
Great Megas !" exclaimed the King. Is

54 Beyond the Snow.

the August-Ruler of all the world to be insult-
ed in this manner by an imp of Pyro?"
That 's the way it looks, just now," said
Trim; for Yanliee words go where they will,
and a King's ears are as big as other people's."
Typo, give the rascal some dinner, and let
him sleep till the time for your operation upon
him," said the King, savagely.
Typo then gave Trim a dinner of berries and
bread-nut; a kind of bulbous root, which, in
taste and texture, much resembles bread.
After he had satisfied his appetite he was
lifted into one of the bunks. It was not much
of a bed, but it was better than he had slept
on for many a day, and in spite of the impend-
ing peril,- in spite, even,of the fearful looking
sword, which threatened his neck,- he was
soon in a sound sleep.


HEN Trim awoke, half an ora after, he
was much refreshed; and Typo showed
him through the city. It is called Kephale,
contains two thousand inhabitants, and is the
capital of Nordlichtschein. The palace is
sixty feet high, and two hundred feet in diam-
eter, being nearly circular; and is constructed
in a very curious manner.
A number of trees are planted as nearly in
a circle as possible, and their tops being bent
over till they meet, the branches are firmly
braided together. They are then suffered to
grow, forming such a compact mass of limbs
and leaves that the rain never penetrates, even
in the longest storm.
This palace is large enough to hold five

56 Beyond fte Snow.

hundred persons, who dwell there as one family.
The other buildings are of the same character,
only smaller, and are grouped around this, like
side-shows around a circus.
The doors of these houses are never closed;
in fact, they have no need of doors, for stealing
is almost unknown, and the temperature is
uniform all over the island, except in the region
of the volcano; varying but little from seventy
degrees above zero.
Trim noticed that the animals and trees were
all of the same lank shape, and livid color, as
the people. The horses were nearly as high
as the men; and the cats and dogs were so tall
that he could scarcely reach his hands to their
heads, although they were no larger otherwise
than those of his own country.
As he wandered about with Typo, great
crowds of the natives followed them; all eager
to get a peep at the chubby little imp, who was
as great a curiosity to them as they were to
The 'girls reached down, patted his cheeks,

The Mysteries of Kephale. 57

and r-n their long, slender fingers through his
black, curly hair,-so different from their own
-and as to his eyes, it seemed as if they could
never tire of gazing into their sparkling depths;
while the Princess, whose interest in him was
growing every moment, stooped down and kiss-
ed him, calling him a sweet little huckleberry."
Thank you, my darling," said Trim, with
true sailor-like gallantry, and you're a stick of
cream candy on stilts; but I hope we shan 't
eat each other."
At this the girls covered their faces with.
their hands, very much after the fashion of
Yankee girls, Trim thought, and scampered
back to the palace.
When Trim saw the pile of ghastly heads in
the court-yard he was horrified, and looked
almost as pale as the natives. For this sight
suggested that his own head was in greater
danger than he had supposed. But he had
made up his mind not to show alarm at any-
thing; so he coolly inquired of Typo if these
heads were to be made into soup or soap.

58 (Beyond the Snow.

Typo started back with horror, and gazed
with some pity upon the boy, wondering,
perhaps, whether he had better indulge in the
friendship which he already felt for him, or.,
take his head off at once.
My poor child," he said, at last, "you must
know that we are not cannibals-that we
never even taste flesh; our food is the natural
fruits of the earth."
That 's why you are so gaunt and lean,"
said Trim; and no wonder, either, when you
live on huckleberries and ground-nuts. If you
would eat plenty of seal-blubber and salt junk,
you would have as much muscle as any-
"No," said Typo, "it would never do. If
any one, through extreme hunger or accident
should ever taste flesh, he would be changed
to a Demon; become red in the face, and being
tortured and haunted by the ghost of that
which he had eaten, would be the most miser-
able creature in the world."
Typo then informed Trim that these heads

The JMysteries of Kephale. 59

would lie hhcre for three oras, when they
would be carried to the Krylizer, and cast
therein as a sacrifice to the great Pyro, while
their bodies would be sunk in the depth
of the Infinite Ocean; because it had been
decreed that by fire and water the liar should
be purified.
Yes, I know," said Trim; but I do n't see
that these men were liars, as they only told of
my coming."
"True!"' said Typo; "but the King is the
judge of that: and' the Krylizer is always
hungry enough to swallow all we may please
to give him."
Typo then told him about their beliefs and
customs, that he might be on his guard while
telling his story.
It seems to me," said Trim, "that you are
very particular about the life of a beast; while
this stack of heads shows that you are nowise
delicate about taking human life. Are ani-
mals, then, so much superior to man, that they
should be treated more kindly? The wild

60 beyond the Snow.

beast would not hesitate to gobble you up in a
True !" replied Typo. Wild animals
will devour men, tut that is no reason why
man should make a beast of himself and devour
them. Besides, the laws of Nordlichtschein do
not permit unkindness to any living creature."
These heads look like it," said Trim.
"You 're superstitious, that's what ails you.
The fact is you 're so bewitched with magic
that you 'd swallow a whirlwind and scare
at a breath."
It is better," said Typo, gravely, "that all
Nordlichtschein should perish, than that one
liar should escape These are our laws, and it
will become you if you take heed thereto;
otherwise your neck will feel the power of my
arm. But come, it is now the ora of stories,
and Fib will giv4 you an idea of the kind to
which it pleases the great Kritikoballo to listen.
For Fib is the greatest story-teller that Nord-
lichtschein' has produced since the days when
the famous SKRIKA amused the great Megas."

The JMysteries of Kephale. 61

When tey entered the palace the King was
already seated upon his throne, and Fib was
standing within the circle of Mogos, strangely
decked out with feathers, and ribbons of birch-
bark, and studded all over with gold and silver
and precious stones. Typo took his place
beside him, sword in hand, that he might be
ready in case any accidental slip of the tongue
should call forth the fatal Whiz."
All things being ready, Fib, with a good
deal of pride, and in spite of his perilous situa-
tion, pompously commenced his wild story.

The next evening the Master and slave again
met together, that List might continue his tale.
I am anxious," said the Master, to hear
what sort of a story your barbarous Nordlicht-
scheiner has to,tell. I presume, however, by
the style of your own, that it is full of wild non-
"Wild it may be," said List, "but not-., full
oi nonsense as you may suppose. Very much
depends upon our prejudices whether we

62 13Beyond the Snow.

receive any great truth. Neighbor Marvel,
you know, still plants his corn in the moon;
and over his door hangs a horse-shoe to keep
out the witches.
"Galileo declared that the earth was not
' flat like a trencher,' and the potentates of his
time came near ending his story-telling in con-
sequence. When Doctor Franklin informed
the wise heads of his time that he had some
bottled lightning, fresh from the clouds, he was
laLghed at; and had he told it to one of the
Kritikoballos of an earlier day, he would have
found his head rolling down the lava-lined
crater of some sulphurous Krylizer. Yet these,
very scoffers had scarce lost their faith in the
Salem Witchcraft."
I see you are determined to prove the truth
of your stories as you go along," said the
Master; "and they probably need proof; but,
for the present, we will content ourselves with
"He shall proceed with his tale," replied

':_^-- ~-_ '^ "'. l--' :


REAT Kritikoballo, Supreme Ruler
over all the world that rides on the
Infinite Ocean, whose word is the life and
death of all Nordlichtschein, listen well to
my story, lest you miss its truth, and I my
A great many years ago when Cardia was
the capital of Nordlichtschein, and the wicked
BAMBOOZLE was king of the world, the people
were not so wise as they now are; for the rul-
ers of that day governed rather from the
impulse of the heart than from the wisdom of
the head.
Imps and goblins had full sway over the
minds of the people.

64 (Beyond the Snow.

Men yielded to their natural desires, feasted
on flesh, and drank their fill of the poisonous
melpyr. Thus they brought upon themselves
sickness, and sorrow, and were at last swal-
lowed by the hungry Krylizer.
The world was a desolate waste.
The great Pyro, whose blooming face once
floated above the world, warming and lighting
it with his glory, sunk with sorrow into the
Infinite Ocean.
There was no one in all Nordlichtschein
who had the courage to stand up in his might
and declare himself a man.
At this time one of the King's Mogos, named
'GUZZLE, was so great a glutton, and made such
terrible havoc with the royal pantry, that the
King was forced to cut short his allowance;
whereupon the Mogo became so insolent that
Bamboozle banished him to 'the Enchanted
So Guzzle was doomed to wander alone
among the imps and goblins of that frightful

The Story of the Haunted Mogo. 65

There i traveled for many oras; vainly
seeking to satisfy his appetite on the few
berries and bread-nuts that chanced to fall in
his way. At last, overcome by fatigue and
hunger, he sat down by the side of a huge rock
and gave way to the wildest grief.
Now this rock, by which Guzzle was sitting,
was the enchanted fulmi.
While he was bewailing his condition he
heard a frightful rumbling in the earth !
The ground trembled!
The trees shook like blades of grass !
The rock at his side burst with a terrific
noise, and a white eber sprang therefrom, and
hid himself in the trunk of a large tree!
Then the tree began to sway back and forth
as if shaken by the wind; though it was now
perfectly calm.
Guzzle listened, and he heard the tree say:
"The eber is savory, and pleasant to the taste.
Why will you hunger ?"
Guzzle's appetite prompted him to arise and
seek the eber; but after looking around for

66 fBeyond the Snow.

some time he gave up the search, thankful that
he had 4pt found the beast.
It was well; for the eber is an enchanted
animal, and whoever partakes of its flesh is
sure to undergo the severest torture,
While he was wondering at these strange
things a limb broke loose from the tree and fell
upon the eber.
At the same moment a flame shot from the
earth, when the flesh was instantly cooked!
Then arose such a rich and savory odor
that Guzzle could scarcely restrain himself;
and when he saw, hanging upon a bush near
by, a large gourd filled with melpyr, he could
forbear no longer.
He ate of the flesh and drank of the melpyr,
without giving a thought to the strange perils
which he thus brought upon himself.
When he had satisfied his appetite, a stupor
came over him and he slept.
When he awoke he was on an open plain of
scoria, with no sign of vegetation.

The Story of the Haunted Mogo. 67

Therekwas not even so much as a blade of
A hunger, ten-fold greater than before,
gnawed his vitals.
A burning thirst parched his throat.
His body began to swell; the hot blood
rushed like lava through his veins, and his skin
was flaming red!
Black smoke gathered about him; and when
he felt a sharp sting in his flesh, he knew that
he was on the Plain of Poina, and was already
beset by the imps who dwell in the body of the
eber, and who have the power to make them-
selves invisible, while they devour whoever
partakes of its flesh.

"Yes, I know," broke in Trim. That eber
was bad pork, sure; and had trichincz in it, or
I 'm no guessing Yankee. It 's tolerable bad,
and puts me in mind of the story of BLUE
to tell:
There once lived, down to Cape Cod, a wise

68 Beyond the Snow.

Tailor, who spent all the'week in g-tting
tipsy; and then took Monday to drink himself
sober "
"Hark!" commanded the King, with an
angry frown. "This is Fib's story, and it will
be safer for your head if less comes out of it."
"All right, my hearty," replied Trim; "but
it's a poor mouth that won't open to a thought."
"That's what ails yours," said the King.
" You are not to interrupt, but listen to, the
King's stories."
"Yes, I know," returned Trim. He listens
least who talks most; and it's a wise man who
knows when to hold his tongue. Byt if you
can 't allow a fellow speak, why go ahead with
your old Guzzle."
So saying Trim started, with a bold whistle,
on Joe Bowers, which, however, was not heard
because of the wild, hoarse voice of the story-
teller, who now resumed his tale.


T was a fearful thing for Guzzle to bat-
tle with these invisible imps; but it was
play, compared to the perils that were yet to
be met; for never before did mortal man en-
counter such a terrible tangle of adventures.
Presently he stumbled against one of the
fulmi, when it exploded with a loud noise, and
out leaped the ghost of the eber he had
eaten! .
It perched upon his head, and with all his
strength he could not remove it!
He was so frightened at this that he lost all
self-control, and ran over the sharp scoria for
many miles; when he struck into a rich
growth of berries and bread-nut.
Full of joy at the sight and forgetful of the

70 beyondd the Snow.

ghostly eber upon his head, he gathered a
handful of berries; but when he attempted to
eat them, they changed to bugs which stung
his lips!
Then he endeavored to pull some bread-nut,
but before his hand reached it, the vine disap-
peared !
There was magic on every hand--misery at
every step.
Bewildered and discouraged, Guzzle gave up
in despair; but it were better that he had not;
for it is well known that man has power over
all enchantment, and over all trouble that may
cross his life-path, if he will maintain his man-
hood, and not suffer himself to be overcome by
Knowing the greatness to which Guzzle
afterwards arrived, we wonder that he should
have shown himself so weak in the Land of
But weak he was; and throwing himself up-
on the earth, he exclaimed:
"Oh, that the luscious fruits of Edona were

(Perils of the Poina. 71

at my feet, that I might eat my fill, and stay
this raging hunger."
He had no sooner spoken than there
Same tumbling down before him every kind
of fruit in great heaps, until his nostrils
fairly tingled with their delicious odors. But
when he eagerly stretched forth his hand
to gather the fruit, it crumbled into red-hot
But Guzzle learned no more from this lesson
than from former ones. Still forgetful of the
enchantment, he cried out:
"Oh, that the cooling brooks of Kephale
were now before me, that I might quench this
burning thirst, and lave my fevered limbs in
their limpid waters."
Again his wish was granted.
The ground upheaved about him, and the
barren plain instantly beamed with beauty.
There were mossy rocks and banks, down
which came dancing a sparkling brook, that
settled in crystal pools at his feet.
Guzzle was so delighted at the sight of the

72 OBeyond the Snow.

shadowy woods and tinkling brook that he
dashed himself headlong into the water.
But it was not water. It was hot lava, as it
were fresh from the Krylizer, which, if he had
not soon released himself, would have burned
him to cinders!
And so, with every wish that was prompted
by his terrible situation came its fulfilment,
only to be changed to torture.
Was the world bewitched ? He believed so;
for turn which way he would, his senses were
deceived. He was sure of nothing but misery.
At last, tired of life, he came upon a little
hill, called the Mound of Patella, whereon he
threw himself hoping to crush the eber, that
still clung about his head, or himself, he cared
little which.
But he again forgot that the land was en-
chanted, and the ebcr a shadow.
As Guzzlelay upon the Mound of Patella in
the greatest grief, he began to reflect upon his
terrible situation, and also upon his own acts,
which had brought it upon him.

(Perils if i3' IPo iczn 73

He knew, though Bamboozle had been cruel
to him, that he had been still more cruel to
himself, in giving way to his passions; and in
an excess of feeling, he cried out:
"Great Pyro, how have I fallen from my
"How have I become evil instead of good!
"The stars frown upon me, and the heavens
are black with shame !
"The earth is angry Her imps devour me!
"Why should I be their slave ?
"Man is mighty! He is above all the pow-
ers of the earth, and there is none greater.
"And though caverns swallow me, and goblins
tear my flesh, even though I go through the
flames of the Krylizer, yet will I conquer these
frightful demons!
Light my way, Great Pyro, and there shall
again stand a man in Nordlichtschein!"
When Guzzle had spoken there came afresh
breeze across his face, and he heard a Voice,
like the Voice of the breeze, saying:
Brave Guzzle, you are pardoned for all the

74 (Beyond the Snow.

evil you have brought upon yourself. It is
possible for you to become a true man; it is
even possible for you to become the greatest
of your people, whose sins you must bear for
a time, and whom you may again restore to
"You will meet with many perils, to brave
which will require the courage of a hundred
men. But your Will will sustain you
if you use it, and. call upon the Higher
"In a moment you will be delivered from
the Plain of Poina, when you must pass
through the Cave of Greder, where, if you
have the courage to conquer the enemies who
now hold possession, you may obtain the magic
staff, Retto, which will aid you in every good
thing you may desire. But if they are the
victors you will never return !
"Watch well, therefore, and while you sub-
due your enemies, do not forget that your Self
has ever been the greatest of them.
Aim for the Mount of Luz, and when you

(Perils of the (oina. 75

have reached the very pinnacle, you will see
what you shall see.
"If you will, I will, and as you do, so shall
it be."

"All right!" said Trim. "That's pretty
sensible advise for a breeze. 'T is n't every
wind that blows us good; and if this one
blows a little sense into old Guzzle's head he
may be thankful; though I 'm thinking he 'II
find it easier to receive good advice than to
follow it."
"Great Megas!" exclaimed the King, sav-
agely. "Can nothing be done to keep your
tongue within your mouth, when the King is
listening to his stories ?"
"Wise mouth !" said the Mogos.
That 's where I try to keep it," said Trim.
"For you see I can talk better with my tongue
in my mouth than I can when it 's out."
By the Great Pyro then I will have it out

76 (eyon'd the Snow.

"Easy now, my hearty," said Trim. Before
a man stretches another's tongue it 's well to
see if his dwn is made of india rubber."
That's an insult," said the King, springing
to his feet, and no honest court will bear an
insult. If you interrupt the King's stories
again, Typo shall dissect your tongue, and see
what it is made of; for a meddlesome tongue
is worse than the vilest imp of the Greder."
"Yes, I know," said Trim; "That's the way
it is down to Cape Cod."
But the King's angry manner somewhat dis-
turbed Trim; and the only way he could quiet
himself was to sing Joe Bowers. The King
frowned, the Mogos stared, and Fib resumed
his story.


FTER the Voice ceased there came a
fearful thundering I
Fierce flames burst from the earth in many
The ground whereon Guzzle lay suddenly
sank; and he was swallowed in the mighty
After falling a great way into the earth, he
found himself in an immense cavern.
It was the Cave of Greder !
The walls glittered with jewels and precious
stones; in the center was a variety of fruits,
more luscious than any he had ever seen, even
in his wildest dreams.

78 (Beyond the Snow.

But most wonderful of all, a strange, de-
formed Fire Imp, stood in the midst of the
fruit, holding a rod of,gold in his hand.
The frightful creature swung the rod sav-
agely to and fro, and cried out with a loud
voice, while fire and smoke darted from his
mouth at every word:
Begone, vile earth-worm Why do you
come to the Cave of Greder to rob me of my
Retto ?"
"Take of the fruit before thee, thou glutton,
that I may crush thee with the walls of my
cavern, and send thee to the bottom of the
Never," cried Guzzle. "The Retto shall be
mine, and I will soon scatter your wicked
magic to the winds."
Guzzle's mortal power, which had all this
time deserted him, was now returning; and he
determined not to think of gratifying his appe-
tite until he had subdued his enemies.
It was well that he did; for, had he so much
as touched the tip of his finger to one of the

Battle of the Greder. 79

berries, he would have been instantly lost; as
the place where he stood was close to the
Krylizer, which at that moment was bub-
bling in foamy fire at his very feet; and it
would have swallowed him beyond the hope of
Even now there was but one chance! The
utmost cunning and the stoutest courage,
alone, could avail him.
He knew well the arts and intrigues to which
he must resort, and the perils he must encoun-
ter, to break the enchantment.
He knew also the mystic word he must pro-
nounce, to get the full advantage of his mortal
That word was V L 0 !
If he could utter it he was safe.
Now, Guzzle, being the most cunning and
artful of all the King's Mogos, could easily
have dissolved this enchantment had he not
suffered himself to be overcome by fear, and
the pangs of ravishing hunger.
But for this he was not so much to be blamed,

8o Beyond Ihe Snow.

for nothing so takes the manhood out of a man
as Fear and Want.
The moment he dared to speak the magic
word, as he stood there gazing by turns at the
tempting fruit, and the frightful imp, he cried:
Wicked Imps of Greder !
Cunning sorcerers of the Mighty Pyro!
Why have you lent yourselves to the cruel
Bamboozle to torture me with evil, and mock
me in my own land?
Am I then so great a being that all the
Powers of the Krylizer are eager to possess
Then am I great enough to break your
wicked spells, and free myself for future glory.
"Now I, Guzzle, the Mogo, declare to you
that I will be free; and very soon will send you
all howling back to the smoky Krylizer!
By the power of the magic VOLO, I com-
mand you !"
At the sound of this mighty word the rocky
walls of the cavern began to close together,
and flashes of fire shot from their crevices !

S- --

-; .-
-- ---

/ .- _

-"--. --------'--------


(Battle of the Greder. 83

The bushes changed to little imps; each
twig became an arm and a sword, and the fruit
turned to stones.
Guzzle then boldly rushed upon the Fire-Imp,
wrenched the rod of gold from his hand, and
gave him such a powerful blow that he quickly
vanished into the darkness.
Now commenced one of the most wonderful
and terrible conflicts ever known on your Majes-
ty's world,-or rather in it,-for the place was
very far down in the ground.
The imps began to thrust at Guzzle with
their swords, and the stone fruit to pelt him, in
the most savage manner.
But the Retto rendered him proof against
all their attacks, and he laid about him with
such terrible blows that the little swords were
broken, and the stones fell harmless to the
ground, where they instantly disappeared.
: During this conflict the walls of the cavern
were slowly closing together.
They were within his reach, and in another
moment he would be crushed between them.

84 beyondd the Snow.

He struck the walls with the Retto; when
there came forth such doleful howlings and
thunderings that he was deafened by the noise,
and was tempted to throw down the rod and
submit to his awful fate.
While he hesitated, the x alls came close
upon him, pressing against his sides; and he
felt the eber clutching his throat.
Rallying, he cried with all his voice:
By the power of the VOLO, I command you !
Leave me, and cease your magic!"
Again he struck the walls, when they crum-
bled to dust.
The brave Guzzle having now conquered
the last of the imps of the Gr'eder, began to
wonder how he should get out of the cavern;
although he knew not the great distance he
had fallen.
While he wondered, the ground opened
above his head, and he perceived steps up the
side of the opening, which he at once began to
Up, up, he went; toiling up these weary

cBattle of the Greder. 85

steps for half an ora, so far had he been within
the bowels of the earth.

"Bide a bit," said Trim, who could no longer
restrain himself; Bully for old Guzzle! But
I 'm thinking if that 's what you call a true
story, my head is safe yet awhile."
"What," said the king, "Do you doubt the
true history of Nordlichtschein ? By the Great
Pyro! I will banish you to the Enchanted Glen,
where you will find proof enough of its truth."
Beg your pardon," replied Trim, I don 't
doubt anything; and I do n't want you should
when my turn comes. But go ahead, Mr. Fib.
Spin your yarn and let 's seehow the old Glut-
ton comes out any way. He has overloaded
his stomach with roast pork; or got drunk on
your Melpyr, which I should take to be egg-
nog, and has a fit of delirium tremens. That's
what ails him.
"It 's a wild yarn, though, and puts me in
mind of the story of NIP AND TUCK, which I 'd
like to tell-

S86 Beyond the Snow.

"There once lived in Cape Cod--- "
Hark!" said the King," and save your non-
sense till your turn does come. And let me
inform you, that though the fool may say what
the wise kndv nothing about, yet he still
remains a fool."
And the Mogos echoed, "Wise fool!"
"Yes, I know," said Trim. "That 's the
way it is down to Cape Cod." Then, with a
bow to the King, and the four-and-twenty Mo-
gos, and a sly nod to the Princess he placed
his finger on his lips in token of silence.
The King looked savage, the Mogos looked
glum, while Trim, with the utmost unconcern,
began whistling "Joe Bowers;" but the hoarse
piping of Fib's voice, as he took up the thread
of his story, arrested the tune at the end of the
first strain.


HEN Guzzle at last reached the surface
of the Earth, he found himself in the
midst of beauty and plenty.
It was the vale of Edona wherein he stood;
amid the most luxuriant growth of fruit and
Streams of cool and sparkling water mur-
mured their sweet music among the mossy
stones, and huddled temptingly in quiet pools
beneath the gr ssy banks.
He stood by the Fountain of Viva and
gazed upon its crystal jewels, and its rainbows
of fire. He looked upon the odorous flowers
and the luscious fruits that were spread out, in

88 Beybnd the Snow.

all their richness, before him, and thanked
Pyro that he was able to enjoy the rare beauty
of the Vale of Edona.
But Guzzle was not again to be caught by
goblin magic, though he was nearly famished,
and longed to taste the ch fruits, and the
sparkling waters of the fountain, which in its
merry music seemed to utter words.
He listened, and heard the fountain say:
"Noble Guzzle, you have now passed the
Plain of Poina and the Cave of Greder, and
have conquered the lowest order of the imps
of Pyro,
"They are no longer your enemies, but your
friends, and will do whatsoever of your bidding
their power admits.
"You have now still more dangerous and
subtle enemies to subdue, and more fearful
trials to endure. Remember the magic Word
that has carried you safely through past dan-
Bend now the Retto about your waist; the
ends will close together and the rod will become

Guzzle's .Adventures. 89

a girdle; which, as long as you wear it, and
exert your own mortal power, will protect you
from all harm.
"You may now freely eat of all the fruits
you see before you; after which you will go to
the Cave of Carbos, which you must enter.
"There you will see a precious white Stone;
cast it into the Pool of Hela, wherein, after
having three times plunged, you will rise to
greater power than man has ever known.
"But as no mortal can enter the Cave of
Carbos and live, you will need some charm
that renders powerless the goblins that would
otherwise destroy you.
Pluck, therefore, a leaf from the bush at
your side, and touch it to the rod. It will im-
mediately become cup; fill it with the waters
of the Fountain of Viva. On reaching the
cave, cast in the charmed water. This will so
paralyze the goblins that they will humbly
crouch at your feet. Seize then the Stone at
once ; for if you delay one moment, you will be

90 c(eyond the Snow.

"The imps you have conquered will aid, but
thl~goblins will strive in various frightful ways
to prevent your success.
"You will see many beautiful by-paths, bor-
dered with flowers and fruit, but pay them no
"The road you are to travel is in a straight
line; and if you turn aside, it will be out of the
power of the imps to aid you.
We bid you, therefore hold fast the Retto,
and remember the mystic Word.
As you do, so shall it be."
The Fountain still kept on murmuring its
tender music, but Guzzle could no longer un-
derstand the words. He bent the rod about his
waist, and the two ends were sealed together.
Then, without fear, he ate of the luscious
fruits of Edona; drank of its cooling waters;
bathed in the Fountain of Viva, and plucking
a leaf from the bush touched it to the rod,
when it became a cup,as the Fountain had said.
Filling it with the water he hurried away to
the Cave of Carbos.

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