Chapter 4
Tom was now quite amphibious, which means that he was both an animal and a fish. What is better still, he was clean. For the first time in his life, he felt how comfortable it was to have nothing on him but himself. But he only enjoyed it He did not know it, or think about it: just as you enjoy life and health, and yet never think about being alive and healthy.
He did not remember having ever been dirty. lndeed, he did not remember any of his old troubles, being tired, or hungry, or beaten, or sent up dark chimneys. Since that sweet sleep, he had forgotten all about his master, and Harthover Place, and the little white girl, and in a word, all that had happened to him when he lived before. What was best of all, he had forgotten all the bad words which he had learnt from Grimes, and the rude boys with whom he used to play.
That is not strange. For you know, when you came into this world, and became a land-baby, you remembered nothing. So why should he, when he became a water-baby?
But Tom was very happy in the water. He had been sadly over-worked in the land-world. So now, to make up for that, he had nothing but holidays in the water-world for a long, long time to come. He had nothing to do now but enjoy himself, and look at all the pretty things which were to be seen in the cool clear water-world, where the sun is never too hot, and the frost is never too cold.
And what did he live on? Water-cresses, perhaps; or perhaps water-gruel, and water-milk.
Sometimes he went along the smooth gravel waterways, looking at the crickets which ran in and out among the stones, as rabbits do on land. He climbed over the ledges of rock, and saw the sand-pipes hanging in thousands, with everyone of them a pretty little head and legs peeping out. He went into a still corner, and watched the caddises eating dead sticks as greedily as you would eat plum-pudding, and building their houses with silk and glue. Very fanciful ladies they were; none of them would keep to the same materials for a day. One would begin with some pebbles. Then she would stick on a piece of green wood. She found a shell, and stuck it on too. The poor shell was alive, and did not like at all being taken to build houses with. Then she stuck on a piece of rotten wood, then a very smart pink stone, and so on, till she was patched all over like an Irishman’s coat. Then she found a long straw, five times as long as herself, and said, “Hurrah! my sister has a tail, and I’ll have one too.” She stuck it on her back, and marched about with it quite proud, though it was very inconvenient indeed. At that, tails became all the fashion among the caddis baits in that pool. They all toddled about with long straws sticking out behind, getting between each other’s legs, and tumbling over each other, and looking so ridiculous, that Tom laughed at them till he cried.
Then sometimes he came to a deep still reach. There he saw the water-forests. They would have looked to you only little weeds. But Tom, you must remember, was so little that everything looked a hundred times as big to him as it does to you, just as things do to a minnow, who sees and catches the little water-creatures which you can only see in a microscope.
And in the water-forest, he saw the water-monkeys and water-squirrels; they had all six legs, everything almost has six legs in the water, except efts and water-babies. Nimbly enough they ran among the branches. There were water-flowers too, in thousands. Tom tried to pick them. But as soon as he touched them, they drew themselves in and turned into knots of jelly. Then Tom saw that they were all alive-bells, and stars, and wheels, and flowers, of all beautiful shapes and colours. They were all alive and busy, just as Tom was. So now he found that there was a great deal more in the world than he had fancied at first sight.
There was one wonderful little fellow, too, who peeped out of the top of a house built of round bricks. He had two big wheels, and one little one, all over teeth, spinning round and round like the wheels in a threshing-machine. Tom stood and stared at him, to see what he was going to make with his machinery. And what do you think he was doing? Brick-making. With his two big wheels he swept together all the mud which floated in the water. All that was nice in it he put into his stomach and ate; and all the mud he put into the little wheel on his breast, which really was a round hole set with teeth. There he spun it into a neat hard round brick. Then he took it and stuck it on the top of his house-wall and set to work to make another. Now was not he a clever little fellow?
Tom thought so. But when he wanted to talk to him the brick-maker was much too busy and proud of his work to take notice of him.
But Tom did not know that. He pecked and hounded the poor water-things about sadly, till they were all afraid of him, and got out of his way, or crept into their shells. So he had no one to speak to or play with.
The water-fairies, of course, were very sorry to see him so unhappy. They longed to take him, and tell him how naughty he was, and teach him to be good, and to play and romp with him too. But they had been forbidden to do that. Tom had to learn his lesson for himself by sound and sharp experience.
At last one day he found a caddis, and wanted it to peep out of its house. But its house-door was shut. He had never seen a caddis with a house-door before. So what must he do, the meddlesome little fellow, but pull it open, to see what the poor lady was doing inside? What a shame! How should you like to have anyone breaking your bedroom-door in, to see how you looked when you were in bed? So Tom broke to pieces the door, which was the prettiest little grating of silk, stuck all over with shining bits of crystal. When he looked in, the caddis poked out her head, and it had turned into just the shape of a bird’s. But when Tom spoke to her she could not answer; for her mouth and face were tight tied up in a new night-cap of neat pink skin. However, if she didn’t answer, all the other caddises did; for they held up their hands and shrieked like the cats in Struwwelpeter, “Oh, you nasty horrid boy; there you are at it again! And she had just laid herself up for a fortnight’s sleep. Then she would have come out with such beautiful wings, and flown about, and laid such lots of eggs. Now you have broken her door, and she can’t mend it because her mouth is tied up for a fortnight, and she will die. Who sent you here to worry us out of our lives?”
So Tom swam away. He was very much ashamed of himself, and felt all the naughtier; as little boys do when they have done wrong and won’t say so.
Then he came to a pool full of little trout, and began tormenting them, and trying to catch them. But they slipped through his fingers, and jumped clean out of the water in their fright. But as Tom chased them, he came close to a great dark hole under an alder root, and out floushed a huge old brown trout ten times as big as he was. Ran right against him, and knocked all the breath out of his body.
Then he went on sulky and lonely, as he deserved to be. Under a bank he saw a very ugly dirty creature sitting, about half as big as himself. He had six legs, and a big stomach, and a most ridiculous head with two great eyes and a face just like a donkey’s.
“Oh,” said Tom, “you are an ugly fellow to be sure!” and he began making faces at him. He put his nose close to him, and halloed at him, like a very rude boy.
All the thing’s donkey-face came off in a moment, and out popped a long arm with a pair of pincers at the end of it, and caught Tom by the nose. It did not hurt him much but it held him quite tight.
“Yah, ah Oh, let me go!” cried Tom.
“Then let me go,” said the creature, “I want to be quiet. I want to split.”
Tom promised to let him alone, and he let go. “Why do you want to split?” said Tom.
“Because my brothers and sisters have all split, and turned into beautiful creatures with wings. I want to split too. Don’t speak to me. I am sure I shall split. I will split!”
Tom stood still, and watched him. And he swelled himself, and puffed, and stretched himself out stiff. At last-crack, puff, bang-he opened all down his back, and then up to the top of his head.
And out of his inside came the most slender, elegant, soft creature, as soft and smooth as Tom but very pale and weak, like a little child who has been ill a long time in a dark room. It moved its legs very feebly; and looked about it half ashamed Then it began walking slowly up a grass stem to the top of the water.
Tom was so astonished that he never said a word. But he stared with all his eyes. And he went up to the top of the water too, and peeped out to see what would happen.
And as the creature sat in the warm bright sun, a wonderful change came over it. It grew strong and firm. The most lovely colours began to show on its body, blue and yellow and black, spots and bars and rings. Out of its back rose four great wings of bright brown gauze. Its eyes grew so large that they filled all its head, and shone like ten thousand diamonds.
“Oh, you beautiful creature!” said Tom; and he put out his hand to catch it.
But the thing whirred up into the air, and hung poised on its wings a moment, and then settled down again by Tom quite fearless.
“No!” it said, “you cannot catch me. I am a dragonfly now, the king of all the flies. I shall dance in the sunshine, and hawk over the river, and catch gnats, and have a beautiful wife like myself. I know what I shall do. Hurrah!” And he flew away into the air, and began catching gnats.
“Oh! come back, come back,” cried Tom, “you beautiful creature. I have no one to play with, and I am so lonely here. If you will but come back, I will never try to catch you.”
“I don’t care whether you do or not,” said the dragon-fly “for you can’t. But when I have had my dinner, and looked a little about this pretty place, I will come back, and have a little chat about all I have seen in my travels. What a huge tree this is! and what huge leaves on it!”
It was only a big dock. But you know the dragonfly had never seen any but little water-trees; so it did look very big to him.
The dragon-fly did come back, and chatted away with Tom. He was a little conceited about his fine colours and his large wings. He had been a poor dirty ugly creature all his life before; so there were great excuses for him. He was very fond of talking about all the wonderful things he saw in the trees and the meadows. Tom liked to listen to him, for he had forgotten all about them. So in a little while, they became great friends.
And I am very glad to say that Tom learnt such a lesson that day, that he did not torment creatures for a long time after. And then the caddises grew quite tame, and used to tell him strange stories about the way they built their houses, and changed their skins, and turned at last into winged flies. Tom began to long to change his skin ,and have wings like them some day.
The trout and he made it up (for they very soon forget if they have been frightened and hurt). So Tom used to play with them at hare and hounds, and great fun they had. He used to try to leap out of the water, head over heels, as they did before a shower came on. But somehow he never could manage it. He liked most, though, to see them rising at the flies. They sailed round and round under the shadow of the great oak, where the beetles fell flop into the water, and the green caterpillars let themselves down from the boughs by silk ropes for no reason at all. Then, they changed their foolish minds for no reason at all either. They hauled themselves up again into the tree, rolling up the rope in a ball between their paws.
And very often Tom caught them just as they touched the water. He caught the alder-flies, and the caperers, and the cock-tailed duns and spinners, yellow, and brown, and claret, and grey, and gave them to his friends the trout. Perhaps he was not quite kind to the flies; but one must do a good tum to one’s friends when one can.
And at last he gave up catching even the flies; for he made acquaintance with one by accident and found him a very merry little fellow. And this was the way it happened; and it is all quite true.
