had grown still a joint longer, for you can always tell by the joints on a pine-tree how many years it has been growing.
"Oh, if I were only such a big tree as the others!" sighed the little tree, "then I might spread my branches out tar around me, and from the top look out over the whole world ! The birds would then build their nests among my branches, and when the wind was blowing I could make my bow just as grandly as the others over there!"
It took no pleasure in the sunshine, in the birds, or the red clouds which sailed over it morning and evening.
If it happened to be winter, and the snow lay glittering white all around it, a hare would often come running along and jump right over the little tree — oh, it was irritating! But two winters passed, and in the third the tree had grown so big that the hare had to run round it. " Oh, to grow, to grow, to become big and old, that is the only thing worth living for in this world!" thought the tree.
In the autumn the wood-cutters always came and felled some of the largest trees. This was done every year, and the young pine-tree, which had now grown fairly big, trembled at the thought of it ; for the big noble trees fell to the ground with a crash and a groan, the branches were cut off, the trees looked quite naked, long, and lanky — they could hardly be recognized. They were then put on carts and drawn by horses out of the forest.
Where were they going? What was going to be done with them?
In the spring, when the swallows and the storks came, the tree asked them: "Do you know where they have been taken to? Did you meet them?"
The swallows did not know anything, but the stork, looking serious, nodded his head and said: "Yes, I think so. I met many new ships on my way from Egypt. They had stately masts. I think I may say they were your trees, for there was a smell of the pine about them. I bring you greetings from them; they looked stately, quite stately."
"Oh, if I were only big enough to fly across the ocean! But what is the ocean and what is it like?"
"Well, that 's too long a story to explain," said the stork, and walked away.
"Rejoice in your youth," said the sunbeams; "rejoice in your fresh growth and the young life you possess."
And the wind kissed the tree and the dew wept tears over it; but the pine-tree did not understand that.
As Christmas-time was drawing near, many young trees were cut down; some of them were not even as big or as old as the pine-tree which was so restless and impatient, and always wanting to get away. These young trees, which were always the most beautiful, were not denuded of their branches; they were placed on a cart and drawn by horses out of the forest.
