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Feathertop (Nathaniel
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The Voice of America now tells you an American short story in Special
English. The story is called "Feathertop." It was written by American
writer Nathaniel Hawthorne, and is now told in a version in Special
English. "Feathertop" is the story of a scarecrow who is made into a man
by a witch, a woman with magic powers. Feathertop is happy until he meets
a pretty girl and falls in love, and wants to be a real man…but he
cannot…and becomes a scarecrow again. Here is "The Story of Feathertop, "
told by Lew Roland.
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The long cold winter was gone at last. At first the cold nights went away
slowly, then suddenly the warm days of spring started to come. There was
new life again in the earth, and things started to grow and come up. For
the first time green corn plants began to show -- they pushed through the
soil and could now be seen above the ground.
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After the long winter months the crows, the big black birds, were hungry.
And when they saw the little green plants, they flew down to eat them. Old
Mother Rigby tried to make the noisy and hungry birds go away. They made
her very angry. She did not want the black birds to eat her corn. She
wanted it to grow so that she herself could eat the corn. But the birds
would not go away, so early one morning just as the sun started to rise.
Mother Rigby jumped out of bed. She had a plan to stop those black birds
from eating her corn.
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Mother Rigby could do anything -- she was a witch, a woman with strange
powers. She could make water run uphill, or change a beautiful woman into
a white horse. Many nights when the moon was full and bright, she could be
seen flying over the tops of the houses in the village . . . sitting on a
long wooden stick. It was a broomstick and it helped her to do all sorts
of strange tricks.
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Mother Rigby ate a quick breakfast, and then started to work on her
broomstick. She was planning to make something that would look like a man.
It would fill the birds with fear and scare them from eating her corn --
the way most farmers protect themselves from those black pesky birds.
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Mother Rigby worked quickly. She held her magic broomstick straight and
then tied another piece of wood across it, and already it began to look
like a man with arms. Then she made the head; she put a pumpkin, a
vegetable the size of a football -- on top of the broomstick. She made two
small holes in the pumpkin for eyes and made another cut lower down that
looked just like a mouth.
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At last there he was! He seemed ready to go to work for Mother Rigby and
stop those old birds from eating her corn. But Mother Rigby was not happy
with what she made. She wanted to make her scarecrow look better and
better, for she was a good worker. She made a purple coat and put it
around her scarecrow, and dressed it in white silk stockings. She covered
him with false hair and an old hat, and in that hat she stuck the feather
of a bird.
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She examined him closely and decided she liked him much better now dressed
up in a beautiful coat with a fine feather on top of his hat. And she
named him "Feathertop."
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She looked at Feathertop and laughed with happiness. "He is a beauty," she
thought. "Now what?" she thought -- feeling troubled again. She felt that
Feathertop looked too good to be a scarecrow. "He can do something better
" she thought "than just stand near the corn all summer and scare the
crows." And she decided on another plan for Feathertop.
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She took the pipe of tobacco she was smoking and put it into the mouth of
Feathertop. "Puff, darling, puff," she said to Feathertop. "Puff away, my
fine fellow. It is your life."
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Smoke started to rise from Feathertop's mouth. At first it was just a
little smoke, but Feathertop worked hard -- blowing and puffing -- and
more and more smoke came out of him. "Puff away, my pet," Mother Rigby
said with happiness. "Puff away, my pretty one. Puff for your life, I tell
you."
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Mother Rigby then ordered Feathertop to walk. "Go
forward," she said. "You have the world before you." Feathertop put one
hand out in front of him, trying to find something for support. At the
same time he pushed one foot forward with great difficulty. But Mother
Rigby shouted and ordered him on, and soon he began to go forward. Then
she said, "You look like a man, and you walk like a man. Now I order you
to talk like a man."
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Feathertop gasped, struggled, and at last said in a small whisper "Mother.
I want to speak, but I have no brain. What can I say?" "Ah, you can
speak," Mother Rigby answered. "What shall you say? Have no fear. When you
go out into the world, you will say a thousand things, and say them a
thousand times . . . and saying them a thousand times again and again, you
still will be saying nothing. So just talk, babble like a bird. Certainly
you have enough of a brain for that."
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Mother Rigby gave Feathertop much money, and said, "Now you are as good as
any of them, and can hold your head high with importance."
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But she told Feathertop that he must never lose his pipe and must never
let it stop smoking. She warned him that if his pipe ever stopped smoking,
he would fall down and become just a bundle of sticks again. "Have no
fear, Mother," Feathertop said in a big voice and blew a big cloud of
smoke out of his mouth. "On your way," Mother Rigby said, pushing
Feathertop out the door. "The world is yours. And if anybody asks you for
your name, just say Feathertop. For you have a feather in your hat and a
handful of feathers in your empty head."
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Feathertop found the streets empty, but later he walked along one of the
busy streets in town, and many people started to look at him. They looked
at his beautiful purple coat and his white silk stockings, and at the pipe
he carried in his left hand, which he put back into his mouth every five
steps he walked. They thought he was a visitor of great importance. "What
a fine, noble face!" one man said. "He surely is somebody, " said another.
"A great leader of men."
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As Feathertop walked along one of the quieter streets near the edge of the
town, he saw a very pretty girl standing in front of a small redbrick
house. A little boy was standing next to her. The pretty girl smiled at
Feathertop, and love entered her heart. It made her whole face bright with
sunlight.
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Feathertop looked at her and had a feeling he never knew before. Suddenly
everything seemed a little different to him. The air was filled with a
strange excitement. The sunlight glowed along the road, and people seemed
to dance as they moved through the streets. Feathertop could not stop
himself, and walked toward the pretty smiling young girl. As he got
closer, the little boy at her side pointed his finger at Feathertop and
said "Look Polly! The man has no face. It is a pumpkin."
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Feathertop moved no closer, but turned around and hurried through the
streets of the town toward his home. When Mother Rigby opened the door,
she saw Feathertop shaking with emotion. He was puffing on his pipe with
great difficulty and making sounds like the clatter of sticks, or the
rattling of bones. "What's wrong?" Mother Rigby asked. "I am nothing,
Mother. I am not a man. I am just a puff of smoke. I want to be something
more than just a puff of smoke." And Feathertop took his pipe, and with
all his strength smashed it against the floor. He fell down, and became a
bundle of sticks as his pumpkin face rolled toward the wall. "Poor
Feathertop " Mother Rigby said, looking at the heap on the floor "He was
too good to be a scarecrow. And he was too good to be a man. But he will
be happier, standing near the corn all summer and protecting it from the
birds. So I will make him a scarecrow again.”
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You have heard "Feathertop" an American short story by Nathaniel Hawthorne. Next
week at this time the Voice of America will tell you another American
short story in Special English.
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