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Wed, 23 Jun 2010
The Buried Moon, another of the stories from the brown book of Andrew Lang. You will need to come to "diddilydeedotsdreamland" to read what happens next to the poor Moon

 DIDDILYDEEDOT OF DREAMLAND
presents her rendition of The Buried Moon
only to make it easier for the little ones to understand
If you would like to read this story in the old English there
is a wonderful copy at
www.sacred-texts.com

THE BURIED MOON
Shining
bright like the Moon
By Joseph Jacobs

LONG ago, in my grandmother's time, the Carland was all in bogs, great pools of black water, and creeping trickles of green water, and squishy pools which squirted when you stepped on them.

Well, granny used to say how long before her time the Moon herself was once dead and buried in the marshes, and as she used to tell me so  I will tell you all about it.

The Moon up yonder shone and shone, just as she does now, and when she shone she lit up the bog-pools, so that everyone could walk about almost as safe as in the day. But when she didn't shine, out came the Things that dwelt in the darkness and went about seeking to do evil and harm; Bogies and Crawling Horrors, all came out when the Moon didn't shine.

Well, the Moon heard of this, and being kind and good -- as she surely is, shining for us in the night instead of taking her natural rest -- she was truely troubled.

'I'll see for myself, I will,' said she, 'maybe it's not so bad as folks make out.'Twinkle

Sure enough, at the month's end down she stepped, wrapped up in a black cloak, with a black hood covering  her yellow shining hair. Straight she went to the bog edge and looked about her. Water here and water there; waving tussocks and trembling mud pools, and great black snags all twisted and bent. Before her all was dark -- dark but for the glimmer of the stars in the pools, and the light that came from her own white feet, stealing out of her black cloak.

The Moon drew her cloak faster about and trembled, but she Twinklewouldn't go back without seeing all there was to be seen; so on she went, stepping as light as the wind in summer from tuft to tuft between the greedy gurgling water-holes. Just as she came near a big black pool her foot slipped and she was soon tumbling in. She grabbed with both hands at a snag near by to steady herself, but as she touched it, it twined itself round her wrists, like a pair of handcuffs, and gripped her so tight that she couldn't move. She pulled and twisted and fought, but it was no good. She was stuck fast, and couldn't move.

Presently as she stood trembling in the dark, Shining
bright like the Moonwondering if help would come, she heard something calling in the distance, calling, calling, and then dying away with a sob, till the marshes were full of this pitiful crying sounds; then she heard steps floundering along, squishing in the mud and slipping on the tufts, and through the darkness she saw a white face with great frightened eyes.

'It was a man who had strayed in the bogs. Dazed with fear, he struggled on towards the flickering light that looked like help and safety. And when the poor Moon saw that he was coming nearer and nearer to the deep hole, and further and further from the path, she was so angry and so sorry for the man that she struggled and fought harder than ever. And though she couldn't get loose, she twisted and turned so much until her black hood fell away leaving her shining yellow hair loose and shining beautifully so the light that came from it drove away the darkness.Twinkle

Oh, but the man cried with joy to see the light again. And all at once the evil things fled back into the dark corners, for they could not abide the light. Without hesitation he followed the path  out of the marsh. But he was in such haste to get away from the Quicks, and Bogles, and all the other Things that dwelt there, that he scarce looked at the bright light or  the beautiful, shining yellow hair, streaming out over the black cloak and falling to the water at his feet.

The Moon herself was so taken up with saving him, and  rejoicing that he was back on the right path, that she clean forgot that she needed help herself, and that she was held fast by the Black Snag.Twinkle

So off he went; spent and gasping, and stumbling and sobbing with joy, flying for his life out of the terrible bogs. The Moon wanted to follow him to safty and she pulled and fought till she fell on her knees, shattered with all the tugging, at the foot of the snag. She lay there, gasping for breath, but worse still, the black hood fell forward over her head and gone was the blessed light and back came the darkness, with all its Evil Things, screeching and howling. They came crowding round her, mocking and snatching at her cloak, beating her and shrieking with rage and spite. Even swearing and snarling, for they knew her for their old enemy, that drove them back into the corners, and kept them from working their wicked wills.Shining
bright like the Moon

'Drat thee!' yelled the witch-bodies, 'thou'st did spoil all our spells this year, all gone!'

'And us thou sent us to hide and sulk in the dark corners!' howled the Bogles.

And all the Wicked Things joined in with a great 'Ho, ho!' till every clump of cutting grass trembled and the water gurgled. And after they got their breath back they began again.

'We'll poison her... poison her!' shrieked the witches.

'Ho-ho!' howled the Things again.Twinkle

'We'll smother her...  smother her!' whispered the Crawling Horrors, as they entwined themselves round about her knees.

And 'Ho, ho!' mocked the rest of them.

Resting for a wee while, again they all shouted with spite and ill will. And the poor Moon crouched down, and wished she was dead and done with.

Posted 18:38

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I forgot to ........
I forgot to tell you where you can find the rest of the story. It is at diddilydeedotsdreamland, at Children's Hour, page 36 I think.


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