. Stories for the household . tain range in Asia. Now we shall soon get to the Gardenof Paradise. The Garden of Paradise, Then they turned more to the south, and soon the air was fragrantwith flowers and spices, figs and pomegranates grew wild, and the wildvine bore clusters of red and purple grapes. Here both alighted andstretched themselves on the soft grass, where the flowers nodded to thewind, as though they would have said Welcome! Are we now in the Garden of Paradise ? asked the Prince. Not at all, replied the East Wind. But we shall soon get you see the rocky wall yonder, and t
. Stories for the household . tain range in Asia. Now we shall soon get to the Gardenof Paradise. The Garden of Paradise, Then they turned more to the south, and soon the air was fragrantwith flowers and spices, figs and pomegranates grew wild, and the wildvine bore clusters of red and purple grapes. Here both alighted andstretched themselves on the soft grass, where the flowers nodded to thewind, as though they would have said Welcome! Are we now in the Garden of Paradise ? asked the Prince. Not at all, replied the East Wind. But we shall soon get you see the rocky wall yonder, and the great cave, where the vinescluster like a broad green curtain ? Through that we shall pass. Wrapyourself in your cloak. Here the sun scorches you, but a step fartherit will be icy cold. The bird which hovers past the cave lias one wingin the region of summer and the other in the wintry cold. So this is the way to the garden of Paradise ? observed the Prince. They went into the cave. Ugh! but it was icy cold there, but this. THE EAST WIND CARRYING THE YOUNG PRINCE TO THE GARDEN OF PARADISE. did not last long. The East Wind spread out his wings, and they gleamedlike the brightest fire. What a cave was that! Great blocks of stone,from which the water dripped down, hung over them in the strangestshapes; sometimes it was so narrow that they had to creep on theirhands and knees, sometimes as lofty and broad as in the open air. Theplace looked like a number of mortuary chapels, with dumb organ pipes,the organs themselves being petrified. We are going through the way of death to the Garden of Paradise,are we not ? inquired the Prince. The East Wind answered not a syllable, but he pointed forward towhere a lovely blue light gleamed upon them. The stone blocks overtheir heads became more and more like a mist, and at last looked like awhite cloud in the moonlight. Now they were in a deliciously mild air,fresh as on the hills, fragrant as among the roses of the valley. Thereran a river,
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