冰姑娘

　　We will pay a visit to Switzerland, and wander through that country of mountains, whose steep and rocky sides are overgrown with forest trees. Let us climb to the dazzling snow-fields at their summits, and descend again to the green meadows beneath, through which rivers and brooks rush along as if they could not quickly enough reach the sea and vanish. Fiercely shines the sun over those deep valleys, as well as upon the heavy masses of snow which lie on the mountains. During the year these accumulations thaw or fall in the rolling avalance, or are piled up in shining glaciers. Two of these glaciers lie in the broad, rocky cliffs, between the Schreckhorn and the Wetterhorn, near the little town of Grindelwald. They are wonderful to behold, and therefore in the summer time strangers come here from all parts of the world to see them. They cross snow-covered mountains, and travel through the deep valleys, or ascend for hours, higher and still higher, the valleys appearing to sink lower and lower as they proceed, and become as small as if seen from an air balloon.

　　Over the lofty summits of these mountains the clouds often hang like a dark veil; while beneath in the valley, where many brown, wooden houses are scattered about, the bright rays of the sun may be shining upon a little brilliant patch of green, making it appear almost transparent. The waters foam and dash along in the valleys beneath; the streams from above trickle and murmur as they fall down the rocky mountain’s side, looking like glittering silver bands.

　　On both sides of the mountain-path stand these little wooden houses; and, as within, there are many children and many mouths to feed, each house has its own little potato garden. These children rush out in swarms, and surround travellers, whether on foot or in carriages. They are all clever at making a bargain. They offer for sale the sweetest little toy-houses, models of the mountain cottages in Switzerland. Whether it be rain or sunshine, these crowds of children are always to be seen with their wares.

　　About twenty years ago, there might be seen occasionally, standing at a short distance from the other children, a little boy, who was also anxious to sell his curious wares. He had an earnest, expressive countenance, and held the box containing his carved toys tightly with both hands, as if unwilling to part with it. His earnest look, and being also a very little boy, made him noticed by the strangers; so that he often sold the most, without knowing why. An hour’s walk farther up the ascent lived his grandfather, who cut and carved the pretty little toy-houses; and in the old man’s room stood a large press, full of all sorts of carved things—nut-crackers, knives and forks, boxes with beautifully carved foliage, leaping chamois. It contained everything that could delight the eyes of a child. But the boy, who was named Rudy, looked with still greater pleasure and longing at some old fire-arms which hung upon the rafters, under the ceiling of the room. His grandfather promised him that he should have them some day, but that he must first grow big and strong, and learn how to use them.

　　Small as he was, the goats were placed in his care, and a good goat-keeper should also be a good climber, and such Rudy was; he sometimes, indeed, climbed higher than the goats, for he was fond of seeking for birds’-nests at the top of high trees; he was bold and daring, but was seldom seen to smile, excepting when he stood by the roaring cataract, or heard the descending roll of the avalanche. He never played with the other children, and was not seen with them, unless his grandfather sent him down to sell his curious workmanship. Rudy did not much like trade; he loved to climb the mountains, or to sit by his grandfather and listen to his tales of olden times, or of the people in Meyringen, the place of his birth.

　　我们现在到瑞士去游览一下，去看看这个美丽的山国;那里峻峭的石壁上都长着树林。我们走上那耀眼的雪地，再走到下面绿色的草原上去;河流和溪涧在这里奔驰，好像怕来不及赶到海里似的，一转眼就在海中消逝了。太阳炽热地照在深谷里，照在深厚的雪堆上;经过了许多世纪，雪堆凝结成闪亮的冰块，然后崩裂下来，积成了冰河。在一个叫做格林达瓦尔得的小小山城旁边，在警号峰和风雨峰下面的宽广的山峡里，就有两条这样的冰河。这两条冰河真是一种奇观;每年夏天，总有许多旅客从世界各国到此地来游览。他们越过积雪的高山;他们走过幽深的溪谷——经过溪谷的时候，他们得爬好几个钟头的山。他们爬得越高，这溪谷就显得越深。他们如果朝下俯视，就会觉得自己好像是坐在气球上一样。

　　上面的山峰上笼罩着低垂的云块，好像是一层浓厚的烟幕;下面的溪谷里有许多棕色的木屋。偶尔有一线阳光射进溪谷。把一块葱绿的林地照得好像透明似的。水在浩浩荡荡地向下奔流，发出吼声;但是上游的水却只是潺潺地流着，迸出一种铿锵的音调，看上去好似一条从山上飘下来的银带。

　　有一条路通向山上，路的两旁有许多木屋，每座木屋都有一小块种马铃薯的山地。这块地是非有不可的，因为那些木屋里有好多张小嘴——屋子里住着许多孩子，他们消耗他们一份口粮的本领是很强的。他们从这些房子里溜出，朝一些步行的或是坐车的过路旅客围拢来。这里的孩子们都在做一种生意。他们兜售一些木雕的房子——就是我们在这山上所看到的这种房子的模型。不管晴天或下雨，人们总会看到成群的孩子跑来兜售他们的商品。

　　二十年前，有一个小孩子也常到这儿来，希望做些买卖;不过他总是离开别的孩子在一旁站着。他的面孔非常严肃，他的双手紧紧地抱着他的木匣子，好像他怎么也不愿放松似的。他的这副表情和他的这个小样儿，常常引起人们的注意。因此旅客有时把他喊过去，一下子就把他的东西买光了，弄得他自己也不知是为了什么道理。他的外祖父住在山顶上，距离这里有半个钟的路程。这老头儿会雕出漂亮的新奇的小房子。他的房间里有一个木柜子，装的全是这类的玩意儿：硬果钳啦、刀子啦、叉啦，刻着美丽的蔓藤花纹和正在跳跃的羚羊的匣子啦。这些都是孩子们一看就喜欢的东西。可是洛狄——这就是这个小家伙的名字——总是怀着渴望的心情，睁着一对大眼睛望着挂在梁上的一杆旧枪，他的外祖父曾经答应过要把这支枪送给他，不过要到他长大了，有了健全的体格、善于使枪的时候才给。

　　这孩子虽然年纪还很小，却得看守山羊。如果说，一个会跟羊一起爬山的人算得上是好牧羊人，那么洛狄就是一个能干的牧羊人了。他爬起山来比山羊还爬得高，而且，还喜欢爬到树上去取雀巢。他是一个胆大勇敢的孩子，但是，除了当他站在倾泻的瀑布旁边，或者是听到狂暴的雪崩的时候，谁也不曾看见他笑过。他从来不跟别的孩子一起玩;只有当他的外祖父叫他下山去卖东西的时候，他才跟他们在一起，而这正是他所不喜欢的。他喜欢独自一人爬山，或者坐在外祖父身旁，听这老人讲古时候的故事和关于他的故乡梅林根的人们的故事。