the Travelling Companion
the Travelling Companion
by Hans Christian Andersen（1835）
POOR John was very sad； for his father was so ill， he had no hope of his recovery. John sat alone with the sick man in the little room， and the lamp had nearly burnt out； for it was late in the night.
“You have been a good son， John，” said the sick father， “and God will help you on in the world.” He looked at him， as he spoke， with mild， earnest eyes， drew a deep sigh， and died； yet it appeared as if he still slept.
John wept bitterly. He had no one in the wide world now； neither father， mother， brother， nor sister. Poor John！ he knelt down by the bed， kissed his dead father's hand， and wept many， many bitter tears. But at last his eyes closed， and he fell asleep with his head resting against the hard bedpost. Then he dreamed a strange dream； he thought he saw the sun shining upon him， and his father alive and well， and even heard him laughing as he used to do when he was very happy. A beautiful girl， with a golden crown on her head， and long， shining hair， gave him her hand； and his father said， “See what a bride you have won. She is the loveliest maiden on the whole earth.” Then he awoke， and all the beautiful things vanished before his eyes， his father lay dead on the bed， and he was all alone. Poor John！
During the following week the dead man was buried. The son walked behind the coffin which contained his father， whom he so dearly loved， and would never again behold. He heard the earth fall on the coffin-lid， and watched it till only a corner remained in sight， and at last that also disappeared. He felt as if his heart would break with its weight of sorrow， till those who stood round the grave sang a psalm， and the sweet， holy tones brought tears into his eyes， which relieved him. The sun shone brightly down on the GREen trees， as if it would say， “You must not be so sorrowful， John. Do you see the beautiful blue sky above you？ Your father is up there， and he prays to the loving Father of all， that you may do well in the future.”
“I will always be good，” said John， “and then I shall go to be with my father in heaven. What joy it will be when we see each other again！ How much I shall have to relate to him， and how many things he will be able to explain to me of the delights of heaven， and teach me as he once did on earth. Oh， what joy it will be！”
He pictured it all so plainly to himself， that he smiled even while the tears ran down his cheeks.
the little birds in the chestnut-trees twittered， “Tweet， tweet；” they were so happy， although they had seen the funeral； but they seemed as if they knew that the dead man was now in heaven， and that he had wings much larger and more beautiful than their own； and he was happy now， because he had been good here on earth， and they were glad of it. John saw them fly away out of the GREen trees into the wide world， and he longed to fly with them； but first he cut out a large wooden cross， to place on his father's grave； and when he brought it there in the evening， he found the grave decked out with gravel and flowers. Strangers had done this； they who had known the good old father who was now dead， and who had loved him very much.
Early the next morning， John packed up his little bundle of clothes， and placed all his money， which consisted of fifty dollars and a few shillings， in his girdle； with this he determined to try his fortune in the world. But first he went into the churchyard； and， by his father's grave， he offered up a prayer， and said， “Farewell.”
As he passed through the fields， all the flowers looked fresh and beautiful in the warm sunshine， and nodded in the wind， as if they wished to say， “Welcome to the GREen wood， where all is fresh and bright.”
then John turned to have one more look at the old church， in which he had been christened in his infancy， and where his father had taken him every Sunday to hear the service and join in singing the psalms. As he looked at the old tower， he espied the ringer standing at one of the narrow openings， with his little pointed red cap on his head， and shading his eyes from the sun with his bent arm. John nodded farewell to him， and the little ringer waved his red cap， laid his hand on his heart， and kissed his hand to him a GREat many times， to show that he felt kindly towards him， and wished him a prosperous journey.
John continued his journey， and thought of all the wonderful things he should see in the large， beautiful world， till he found himself farther away from home than ever he had been before. He did not even know the names of the places he passed through， and could scarcely understand the language of the people he met， for he was far away， in a strange land. The first night he slept on a haystack， out in the fields， for there was no other bed for him； but it seemed to him so nice and comfortable that even a king need not wish for a better. The field， the brook， the haystack， with the blue sky above， formed a beautiful sleeping-room. The GREen grass， with the little red and white flowers， was the carpet； the elder-bushes and the hedges of wild roses looked like garlands on the walls； and for a bath he could have the clear， fresh water of the brook； while the rushes bowed their heads to him， to wish him good morning and good evening. The moon， like a large lamp， hung high up in the blue ceiling， and he had no fear of its setting fire to his curtains. John slept here quite safely all night； and when he awoke， the sun was up， and all the little birds were singing round him， “Good morning， good morning. Are you not up yet？”
It was Sunday， and the bells were ringing for church. As the people went in， John followed them； he heard God's word， joined in singing the psalms， and listened to the preacher. It seemed to him just as if he were in his own church， where he had been christened， and had sung the psalms with his father. Out in the churchyard were several graves， and on some of them the grass had grown very high. John thought of his father's grave， which he knew at last would look like these， as he was not there to weed and attend to it. Then he set to work， pulled up the high grass， raised the wooden crosses which had fallen down， and replaced the wreaths which had been blown away from their places by the wind， thinking all the time， “Perhaps some one is doing the same for my father's grave， as I am not there to do it ”
Outside the church door stood an old beggar， leaning on his crutch. John gave him his silver shillings， and then he continued his journey， feeling lighter and happier than ever. Towards evening， the weather became very stormy， and he hastened on as quickly as he could， to get shelter； but it was quite dark by the time he reached a little lonely church which stood on a hill. “I will go in here，” he said， “and sit down in a corner； for I am quite tired， and want rest.”
So he went in， and seated himself； then he folded his hands， and offered up his evening prayer， and was soon fast asleep and dreaming， while the thunder rolled and the lightning FLASHed without. When he awoke， it was still night； but the storm had ceased， and the moon shone in upon him through the windows. Then he saw an open coffin standing in the centre of the church， which contained a dead man， waiting for burial. John was not at all timid； he had a good conscience， and he knew also that the dead can never injure any one. It is living wicked men who do harm to others. Two such wicked persons stood now by the dead man， who had been brought to the church to be buried. Their evil intentions were to throw the poor dead body outside the church door， and not leave him to rest in his coffin.
“Why do you do this？” asked John， when he saw what they were going to do； “it is very wicked. Leave him to rest in peace， in Christ's name.”
“Nonsense，” replied the two dreadful men. “He has cheated us； he owed us money which he could not pay， and now he is dead we shall not get a penny； so we mean to have our revenge， and let him lie like a dog outside the church door.”
“I have only fifty dollars，” said John， “it is all I possess in the world， but I will give it to you if you will promise me faithfully to leave the dead man in peace. I shall be able to get on without the money； I have strong and healthy limbs， and God will always help me.”
“Why， of course，” said the horrid men， “if you will pay his debt we will both promise not to touch him. You may depend upon that；” and then they took the money he offered them， laughed at him for his good nature， and went their way.
then he laid the dead body back in the coffin， folded the hands， and took leave of it； and went away contentedly through the GREat forest. All around him he could see the prettiest little elves dancing in the moonlight， which shone through the trees. They were not disturbed by his appearance， for they knew he was good and harmless among men. They are wicked people only who can never obtain a glimpse of fairies. Some of them were not taller than the breadth of a finger， and they wore golden combs in their long， yellow hair. They were rocking themselves two together on the large dew-drops with which the leaves and the high grass were sprinkled. Sometimes the dew-drops would roll away， and then they fell down between the stems of the long grass， and caused a great deal of laughing and noise among the other little people. It was quite charming to watch them at play. Then they sang songs， and John remembered that he had learnt those pretty songs when he was a little boy. Large speckled spiders， with silver crowns on their heads， were employed to spin suspension bridges and palaces from one hedge to another， and when the tiny drops fell upon them， they glittered in the moonlight like shining glass. This continued till sunrise. Then the little elves crept into the flower-buds， and the wind seized the bridges and palaces， and fluttered them in the air like cobwebs.
As John left the wood， a strong man's voice called after him， “Hallo， comrade， where are you travelling？”
“Into the wide world，” he replied； “I am only a poor lad， I have neither father nor mother， but God will help me.”
“I am going into the wide world also，” replied the stranger； “shall we keep each other company？”
“With all my heart，” he said， and so they went on together. Soon they began to like each other very much， for they were both good； but John found out that the stranger was much more clever than himself. He had travelled all over the world， and could describe almost everything. The sun was high in the heavens when they seated themselves under a large tree to eat their breakfast， and at the same moment an old woman came towards them. She was very old and almost bent double. She leaned upon a stick and carried on her back a bundle of firewood， which she had collected in the forest； her apron was tied round it， and John saw three GREat stems of fern and some willow twigs peeping out. just as she came close up to them， her foot slipped and she fell to the ground screaming loudly； poor old woman， she had broken her leg！ John proposed directly that they should carry the old woman home to her cottage； but the stranger opened his knapsack and took out a box， in which he said he had a salve that would quickly make her leg well and strong again， so that she would be able to walk home herself， as if her leg had never been broken. And all that he would ask in return was the three fern stems which she carried in her apron.
“That is rather too high a price，” said the old woman， nodding her head quite strangely. She did not seem at all inclined to part with the fern stems. However， it was not very aGREeable to lie there with a broken leg， so she gave them to him； and such was the power of the ointment， that no sooner had he rubbed her leg with it than the old mother rose up and walked even better than she had done before. But then this wonderful ointment could not be bought at a chemist's.
“What can you want with those three fern rods？” asked John of his fellow-traveller.
“Oh， they will make capital brooms，” said he； “and I like them because I have strange whims sometimes.” Then they walked on together for a long distance.
“How dark the sky is becoming，” said John； “and look at those thick， heavy clouds.”
“Those are not clouds，” replied his fellow-traveller； “they are mountains—large lofty mountains—on the tops of which we should be above the clouds， in the pure， free air. Believe me， it is delightful to ascend so high， tomorrow we shall be there.” But the mountains were not so near as they appeared； they had to travel a whole day before they reached them， and pass through black forests and piles of rock as large as a town. The journey had been so fatiguing that John and his fellow-traveller stopped to rest at a roadside inn， so that they might gain strength for their journey on the morrow. In the large public room of the inn a GREat many persons were assembled to see a comedy performed by dolls. The showman had just erected his little theatre， and the people were sitting round the room to witness the performance. Right in front， in the very best place， sat a stout butcher， with a great bull-dog by his side who seemed very much inclined to bite. He sat staring with all his eyes， and so indeed did every one else in the room. And then the play began. It was a pretty piece， with a king and a queen in it， who sat on a beautiful throne， and had gold crowns on their heads. The trains to their dresses were very long， according to the fashion； while the prettiest of wooden dolls， with glass eyes and large mustaches， stood at the doors， and opened and shut them， that the fresh air might come into the room. It was a very pleasant play， not at all mournful； but just as the queen stood up and walked across the stage， the great bull-dog， who should have been held back by his master， made a spring forward， and caught the queen in the teeth by the slender wrist， so that it snapped in two. This was a very dreadful disaster. The poor man， who was exhibiting the dolls， was much annoyed， and quite sad about his queen； she was the prettiest doll he had， and the bull-dog had broken her head and shoulders off. But after all the people were gone away， the stranger， who came with John， said that he could soon set her to rights. And then he brought out his box and rubbed the doll with some of the salve with which he had cured the old woman when she broke her leg. As soon as this was done the doll's back became quite right again； her head and shoulders were fixed on， and she could even move her limbs herself： there was now no occasion to pull the wires， for the doll acted just like a living creature， excepting that she could not speak. The man to whom the show belonged was quite delighted at having a doll who could dance of herself without being pulled by the wires； none of the other dolls could do this.
